In the beginning, all this was indeed non-being. From that, being was born. That being made itself by itself; therefore it is called 'well-made'. And what is well-made is essence — rasa. For having obtained that essence, this one becomes filled with joy. For who could breathe, who could live, if that bliss were not present in the expanse of space? It is this alone that pours forth delight. When one finds fearless grounding in that which is invisible, not a separate self, beyond all designation, without fixed abode — then one has truly gone beyond fear. But when one makes even a small gap between oneself and that — then fear arises. And that very thing is the fear of one who is wise but does not contemplate.
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There's only a thin line between the two, so that I can experience divine bliss.
The root cause of a person's suffering is their pride. Even if someone makes a sacrifice, they can still get caught up in their own pride. What is the point of such a sacrifice? It is pride, or ego, that should be sacrificed. That is where true happiness and bliss are found.
It is also the flower's pleasure to yield its honey to the bee. To the bee, the flower is a source of life, and to the flower, the bee is a messenger of love. For both the bee and the flower, giving and receiving pleasure is a necessity and an ecstasy.
The peace, freedom, and blessedness of all souls consist in their abiding in God's will.