In suffering lies understanding of the object. Only when the night has suffered with darkness, does it love the morning dear, and when the day has suffered the heat of the blistering sun, it knows the love of night. Frustration is the seed of love that grows into a plant of such kind that one can never find created in happiness. Pausing at every step, if you could realize the suffering of the moment, you will love life. When you will find that the life is the suffering of the self, you will love life. This unites the soul to the supreme, through several channels, yet never different in its end. Looking at the means, with a mild nonchalance, an attaching oneself to it you would find, what you have been in search of.
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