In plain words
Though we live for four days, we must live with faith in Nārāyaṇa. To grow that faith, we must take the śraddhā it needs. Śraddhā is made up of two words. Only when interest and steadiness both come together does śraddhā arise in us. There is the interest, 'I want God.' There must be steadiness to match the interest. Only then is divinity of this kind attained.
Students! There are many things you do not know. There are a great many things to be learned. Recognise today the difference between Buddhi and the power of intellect. In the same way, there is a great difference between the mind and resolves. The mind is like a white cloth. The mind is very pure, but through bad resolves the mind becomes impure. White is its natural form. Through being put to use in many ways, it turns black. We give the cloth that has turned black to the washerman. The washerman took off the dirt and brought it back. What do we say? We say, 'The washerman made it white.' He has no power to make it white. White is its nature. Its very own form. He took off the dirt that was there and brought it back. Just so, our mind is pure white. Through the vāsanās of sense objects, we ourselves soil it. When we beat it on the stone called contemplation of God, the dirt comes away. That itself is śraddhā. We must grow śraddhā and faith of that kind. When both śraddhā and faith are there, there is nothing in the world that cannot be achieved. We can achieve anything. We can reach even the sphere of the moon. We can reach even the sphere of the sun. What is that sphere of the sun? It is not that sun which gives hydrogen and does good to the world. 'Candramā manaso jāta cakṣo sūryo ajāyata!' Our sight itself is the sun. We can reach this sight; that itself is sacred sight. They gave it the name Sudarśana. That is, good vision. While the crocodile was tormenting the trapped elephant in many ways, the elephant prayed to Nārāyaṇa, 'My limbs have slipped from their places, faintness has come, my body is worn, weariness has set in; come, O Lord! Save, O giver of boons! Protect, O gracious one!' he said. The king of elephants prayed with all his heart. Who is the king of elephants? Not an elephant. Our pride itself is the elephant. The elephant in rut lost its strength and turned towards God. God looked that way. That very look became the Sudarśana discus. The radiance of the sun is the form of our eye.