When the baby is at play, she will not come even if called by her mother. But when she finishes her play, she will rush to her mother, and will have no play.
So there come moments in our life, when we feel our play is finished, and we want to rush to the Mother. Then all our toil here will be of no value; men, women, and children -- wealth, name, and fame, joys and glories of life -- punishments and successes -- will be no more, and the whole life will seem like a show.
We shall see only the infinite rhythm going on, endless and purposeless, going we do not know where. Only this much shall we say; our play is done.
- Swami Vivekananda,
Sadhanas or Preparations for Higher Life,
Notes from Lectures and Discourses
So there come moments in our life, when we feel our play is finished, and we want to rush to the Mother. Then all our toil here will be of no value; men, women, and children -- wealth, name, and fame, joys and glories of life -- punishments and successes -- will be no more, and the whole life will seem like a show.
We shall see only the infinite rhythm going on, endless and purposeless, going we do not know where. Only this much shall we say; our play is done.
- Swami Vivekananda,
Sadhanas or Preparations for Higher Life,
Notes from Lectures and Discourses
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