What is there to say friends? The constant babble overwhelms! Is there a turning back? Can there ever be a turning back, when from within, you are touched? Is it possible to ignore this?
The Master approaches us in a million ways, but like fools we are ignorant. Completely ignorant. And we behave like like ignoramuses too. Why dear Master, have you chosen us fools out of this whole morasss of humanity? Why are we so lucky? Why are we fools so lucky? Thine Will Lord, I cannot but bow before it. What am I? Nothing! I know not where I came from, I know not where I go, and life passes me by like a fleeting dream. Master, help this fool who is adrift on the ocean of Maya. How will I survive? Better I perish. But then, there is no perishing. It is you Master, who has cast me on this journey. Dear Master, I have no other recourse. You are my only hope. My life, my soul, my world. It is only you who gives me hope Master.
Help this insignificant speck of dust, Lord.
Nothing occurs outside of your Will. Your Blessing. Dear Lord, be thou kind to all of humanity. And only then me.
Gauge