Dearest brother,
Is there any dharma left in India, Dada? The path of jñāna, the path of bhakti, the path of yoga: all have fled. What is left now is only the path of don't-touch: ‘Don't touch me, don't touch me.’ The world is impure, and I am pure. Brahma-jñāna made easy! Bravo, my fine fellow!! O Lord! Now Brahman is not in the cave of the heart, nor in Goloka, nor in all beings; now, in the rice-pot … Of old the mark of the great was ‘one who delights in a whole chain of good deeds done to the three worlds’; now it is: I am pure and the world is impure; hand over the rupees, and down at my feet!
I do not want mukti, I do not want bhakti; I will go to a hundred thousand hells, ‘doing good to the world like the spring’: this is my dharma. I want nothing to do with lazy, cruel, heartless, selfish people. Whoever has it in his fortune can help in this great work. … Beware, beware! Is all this child's play, a dream?
Give everyone my love; I want everyone's help; take care that there is no quarrel or wrangling with anyone. Neither money pays, nor name, nor fame, nor learning; it is character that can cleave through adamantine walls of difficulties. Remember that.
Ever with love,
Vivekananda.