In plain words
That is ‘Daivaṃ mānuṣa rūpeṇa’. This is the very reason why God comes in human form. Otherwise, if He came in the form of a vulture to point out man's faults and told him, they would pelt it with stones and drive it away. They would pay no heed at all. If a buffalo came and said, ‘Have you any sense or not?’, he would say, ‘What are you to tell me?’ and beat it off with a stick. Here we must consider two kinds of principle. One is Jñānadeva, the other Bhaktideva: the two are brothers. The two were travelling together. As Jñānadeva and Bhaktideva travelled together, they grew thirsty. Bhaktideva asked Jñānadeva: ‘Jñānadeva! I am thirsty, and water is nowhere to be seen.’ Jñānadeva said, ‘Let us search whether there is water in a well somewhere.’ By the time they had gone some way, an old well came into sight. Water could be seen very far down. Then Jñānadeva took the form of a bird, went in, drank the water and came back. Jñānadeva can take any form. For ‘Jñānādevatukaivalyaṃ’. ‘Advaitalakṣaṇaṃ jñānaṃ.’ Bhaktideva did not go in. He did not have that power. He sat on the edge of the well. Loving God, loving Him, he remembered Him. When he had remembered Him for a while, the water came up beneath his feet. He looked, wondering, ‘What is this cold?’, and the water at the bottom of the well had welled up and come to the top. Jñāna had to change its own shape. Bhakti need not change anything. It is enough to make Prema grow. Everything comes right to him. There is nothing beyond Bhakti. Bhaktideva wrote a letter to Jñānadeva. Saying what? He rolled up a white sheet of paper with who knows what written on it, placed it in a cover and sent it off to Jñānadeva. Jñānadeva looked. He could see nothing. If there are letters, we can look at them from the beginning to the end. We can see, ‘Dear Brother! Yours, your younger brother.’ But in that letter there was not a single character. From then on Jñānadeva has been writing and writing his reply. However much he wrote, who knows whether something was still left in that letter; that is why he went on writing and writing without end. That is Advaita. Whenever you look, research, research. His whole life went in research alone.