In the beauty of the lilies christ was born across the sea, with a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me; as he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, while god is marching on.
Each time a new baby is born there is a possibility of reprieve. Each child is a new being, a potential prophet, a new spiritual prince, a new spark of light precipitated into the outer darkness.
I was born into it and there was nothing I could do about it. It was there, like air or food, or any other element. The only question with wealth is what you do with it.
For the twice born the fire (agni) is a representative of god. The supreme lord resides in the heart of his devotees. Those of average intelligence (alpa-buddhi or kanista-adhikari) see god only in his sri-murti, but those of broad vision see the supreme lord everywhere.
