What is the contemplation that will slowly lead us to permanent peace? Bhagawan lovingly reminds us of the simple truth today.

A few minutes of investigation will convince anyone that he is not the body which he carries about with him, as the snail carries its home; he is not the eye or ear or tongue; he is not the mind or intelligence for, he refers to them as “my mind is not in it” etc., meaning that he is separate from his mind; “my intelligence failed me”, meaning that he is different from his intelligence. He is a witness; it is the body that dies; he survives; he is reborn when he takes on a new body. Physical beauty is just a matter of health; a couple of days of fever or purging makes an angel a scarecrow. Insanity pounces upon a genius someday and reduces his talk to unintelligent blabber. When the mind is deranged, the eyes see strange sights that are not there; the ears hear eerie noises that never were. It is only when man discovers the ultimate unchanging base that he can derive permanent peace; until then, he too will have to swing and sway in the changing world, between joy and grief.