Beloved! I wish to call you "my beloved," whoever you are who have taken up this my love message to read, for you are the beloved of my Beloved-Krsna. I may not know you, nor you me, and yet we have been together times without number; yet we have loved each other with the truest, the purest, the sweetest love again and again when we lived in Love when we had our being in the Ocean of Love when we were awake in the consciousness of the One Essence which ever pervades us all-Love.
Beloved! That state, that realm, in which we lived and knew and loved each other, we have forgotten, and this forgetfulness is the cause of our separateness, our non-recognition, our want of sympathy, our troubles and quarrels. Going into the depth of Silence-Silence within and without us-I have discovered its Secret which is also the Secret of our forgotten Love-Existence. And this my message to you is the revelation of that mystery that our-strayed soul is trying to solve through every effort of the life we are living now.
Beloved! I humbly lay before you this, message to read to help you to recognize your true self, to help you to find your true goal in this life's race. This message is a magic mirror in which, maybe, you will catch the reflection of your soul's All-Beautiful Image.
You are now engaged, my beloved, in reading this message with the same object for which every one of us is now engaged in doing various things. It is life's one just now a common object for us all-Pleasure. That is the one all-absorbing quest of humanity, nay, of all living creatures, of all creation. We are ever striving, all of us, every minute, to find that one blessing which ever eludes our grasp, ever misses our ken, ever deludes us like the will-o' the-wisp the one object of our desire, of predominant, spontaneous; practical, natural interest-Unmixed, Unbroken Happiness.
Not only is this quest for happiness ever present within mankind, but also in lower animals, and even in every phase of Nature, more or less pronounced or discernible. Every manifestation of Nature, man or beast, bird or tree or plant, is ever endeavoring to adjust a state of internal disorder and disturbance means ever endeavoring to bring about a sense or instinct of that harmonious equilibrium, which we call Full Satisfaction, Complete Contentment, Absolute Happiness.
Now the question may be asked: Why is this universal quest for happiness? How is it that every man or woman or child is every minute seeking some sort of happiness or other? The Hindu sages have answered this question to the satisfaction of all intelligent human beings. Why is this eternal search for happiness?
That answer is: Because the whole universe, of which we are parts, has come out of that Eternal Abode of Happiness, called Bliss, where it had dwelt before creation, like a tree in a seed, and the memory of which dwells still in the inner consciousness of all created beings, though it has dropped out of their outer consciousness.
That abode of happiness is called the Abode of Absolute Love; the Hindu calls it Krsna. The word Krsna, in Sanskrit, comes from the root "karsha"-to draw. Krsna means that which draws us to Itself; and what in the world draws us all more powerfully than Love? It is the "gravitation" of the modern scientist. It is the one source and substance of all magnetism, of all attraction; and when that love is pure, its power to draw is absolute, too.
In seeking even material pleasure or happiness through life we are ever seeking this Absolute Bliss, only most of us do not know it. The man who devotes his heart and soul to acquiring wealth is striving to attain this blissful state. For what does the would-be millionaire work to make the million but to secure pleasure, the pleasure of good eating, good drinking, good living, good enjoyment be happy? He makes the million; but the happiness which he secures, by securing the means of pleasure and by enjoying the pleasures themselves, is not complete. He still feels some void in that happiness, something in those pleasures to make him fully happy. He therefore piles up more millions, plunges into newer pleasures, he leaves no stone unturned to find the material objects that will add to his pleasure; and when he has secured all these objects and enjoyed them, he finds himself exactly at the same place where he was before-there is something still wanting to make him completely happy. Finding no newer objects that are likely to add to his happiness, he occupies himself by enjoying what he has already enjoyed over and over again; that is to say, he goes over again the same round of pleasures to delude himself into the belief that that is the best happiness allowed to mortal man.
But the delusion is temporary and far from complete. The longing, the search for something still wanting, is present all through that delusion-something unknown, but which he thinks he might know and recognize if he once found it. But, alas, he does not!
