Life is infatuated wandering in delusion under the control of predestined forces. Wrested thus from his status in Truth by the brood of desires, man cannot stick to his field of action except by patient endurance. The temptations, together with their parasites, pollute the mind of man who, so conditioned, plunges into the sea of endless wants and goes on tumbling on the protean waves of content and discontent. He entrenches himself in delusion to get rid of delusion by having abjured, or failed to abide by, self-abnegation. The result is that he is sentenced by Time to undergo recurring terms of birth-and-death and all the harassment of worldly pleasures and pains. Utterly bemused by the lure of instant joys, he loses his touch with the moveless Being, forfeits his essential nature (which is to love the Lord) and deceives himself with sanctimonious substitutes like the monkish garb, the Rosary, askesis, self-indulgence—all subterfuges. Always try to devote yourself to the Lord without any ulterior motive whatsoever ; this is the only sacred duty of man, the ultimate means of salvation, and the one divine instinct of life that satiates not but always sanctifies.

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