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In The Bhagavad Gita, There Is No Long Discussion, Nothing Elaborate. The Main Reason For This Is That Everything Stated In The Gita Is Meant To Be Tested In The Life Of Every Man; It Is Intended To Be Verified In Practice.

Gross And Subtle, Pure And Mixed, Simple And Complex - In The End That There Is No Place Where God Is Not. In Every Atom, He Alone Is Present. From The Ant To The Universe, He Spreads. The Lord Who Cares Equally For All, The Compassionate One Who Is All Knowledge, Tenderness, Skill, Holiness And Beauty - He Stands On All Sides Everywhere.

I Am Convinced That Those Who Get Themselves Involved In The Machinery Of Power Politics, Even For The Purpose Of Destroying It, Are Bound To Fail In Their Purpose. To Destroy It We Have To Stay Out Of It. If We Want To Cut Down A Tree, It Is Of No Use To Climb Into Its Branches. The Desire To Keep Contact With Something, Even To Destroy It, Is A Subtle And Insidious Illusion.

If A Man’s House Is Full Of Medicine Bottles, We Infer The Man Is An Invalid. But If His House Is Full Of Books, We Conclude He Is Intelligent.

Life Does Not Mean Mere Karma Or Mere Bhakti Or Mere Jnana.