Joy is a deceptive trap; grief is the real preceptor, teaching caution, circumspection, discrimination, detachment, awareness and vigilance. Death is not the merciless foe he is made out to be, he is the friend and companion, the teacher, the kindly kinsman who takes you into his fold and clothes you with the halo of remembrance. The heart of man has to toughened, not hardened; it has to be made soft, not slithery. This can be achieved only the blows of loss, grief and distress. It is God's way of shaping us, in the Divine mold. But man ins blind to His mercy; he revolts at the first blow of the sculptor's hammer. Do not lose the great chance of association with the Divine, by identifying God with your trivial likes and dislikes, your tawdry aim and ambitions. Having come into this un-eternal un-happiness filled world, adore Me in order to save yourself.
(Baba, The Breath Of Sai, pg 290)
