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So, weighing what is eternal and what is passing, they went on living their lives in peace.
In such sacred times we must try to keep the heart cool. We must not sit arguing back and forth with them. Arguing makes enmity grow. A small example. Here you are. All of you love Swami. Some people may come and say some unspeakable word about Swami. Then do not get agitated. “Ore, you crazy fellow! You do not know. I know. It is no good arguing with you”: with that, walk away smiling. Then he himself shuts his mouth. In that way we must bring them to the right path, and not keep quarrelling with him, with two more coming because this one is quarrelling, all of them fighting, in the end grabbing each other the way they grab each other by the hair in the Assembly, and falling into disgrace. Leaders of the people like these are not leaders of the people. One must stay calm. In that way we must set out to win victory. Ore, you crazy fellow! The sun is shining brightly. The blind man cannot see it. He keeps saying, “It is not there, not there.” Just because he says it is not there, what is it to you? You have eyes. You see. He has no eyes. Why do you not calm down, knowing that he cannot see? He has no eyes; he cannot see. If you go and argue with him, then you yourself become blind. You become more blind than he is. I have my eyes. I know; go away, my dear, go. He may well sit down on purpose and argue with you. You say God exists. Your friend says, “There is no God; you are crazy, a fool.” Sir! For you there is no God. But for me He is. Your head and my head: can the two become one? No. They stay separate. So when heads differ, thoughts differ. You say no. I say yes. Beyond that, there is no authority to decide this. Your God may not be there for you. Who are you to say my God does not exist? My God is there for me. You have the right to say God is or is not. As dear as your mother is to you, so dear is my mother to me. As much as it hurts you when someone says an unspeakable word about your mother, so it hurts me too when they say it about mine. In this way you must answer him so as to melt his heart and make him hear the truth. We must not foolishly get excited and become madmen ourselves.
The root cause of all this is that our young people have no proper work. Children have a great deal of intelligence. We must put this intelligence into proper work. In man there are many powers and abilities. All these are wasting away through the senses. Our power is being ruined by evil looking and evil hearing. Infinite power. The span of man's bodily life is very short. In this short span we misuse a great deal of power. The young of today waste a great deal of time. We must not waste time. The most important thing in our life is time. By wasting that time, our very life is wasted. Time is no one's friend. Time has given no one a gift. Time is no one's kin. You must follow time; time does not follow you. Time brings anyone at all to heel. So we must enter into actions that make time fruitful. What actions? Not just doing some action or other. We must do exemplary actions in society. You must earn the name of a good boy, a good, exemplary boy. Though anyone may come and say many things against you, you must earn a name that holds true: “That boy is not like that; he will not go into evil.” At this age many surges of excitement well up. Hot blood. It keeps running at speed. Calm alone is a good, powerful brake for this excitement. You must stay calm. Swami is the example for all this. my life is my message. Very many people spread propaganda in many ways. They keep speaking abuse. To all of it I just keep smiling. I answer nothing. Why should I answer? What use is there in answering one who does not know? Only in calm does happiness come to us. There was a blind man. The blind man, so it is said, had a child. The child had nothing to do with blindness. He had married. A child was born to the blind man. There was a lot of work at home, so the wife poured milk into a bottle, gave it to her husband and went out on some errand. “Listen! When the baby cries, give it this milk to drink,” she said. “What? What is milk like?” he said. “What is it like? It is white,” she said. “What is white like?” He cannot see, poor man. “It is like a crane.” “What is a crane like?” “Like this,” she said, so the story goes. Then he held her hands and felt them, it seems. Something this big, put into the boy's mouth: how will he drink? What use is there in giving any number of descriptions to people like this? He does not know milk. He does not know white. In one who knows nothing, odd notions like these arise. We must not get drawn into arguments with them at all. Let us go on doing our own work. Why get into arguing and spoil our work?
Today I am telling an important matter. The world today is wrapped in great wickedness and unrest, in words and deeds of many kinds not fit to hear of. Fear has come into everyone's life. What kind of fear?