affairs of the universe are a headache to me. I am the Lord of the universe. The affairs of the universe continue without my paying special attention to them. They continue to work out as naturally as one's breathing. One does not have to pay special attention to it. But when there is exertion, or when one is pressed to give a discourse on breathing itself, one becomes conscious of the act of breathing.

In the same way, the affairs of the universe continue without my paying them any special attention. But when it comes to the matter of giving explanations, I feel like one who climbs a hill and becomes breathless. Giving you discourses and explanations is burdensome to me; and as discussions, discourses and explanations are also included in the affairs of the universe, the whole affair then becomes more of a burden to me than ever. Playing marbles, "gilli-danda," cricket and flying kites are also included in the affairs of the universe; but these unburden the burden. It is like coming down a hill: it is more of a relaxation than exertion. Jokes and humour are also the things which give me relaxation.

But whether I am burdened or relaxed, I play my role equally well. Burden or relaxation makes no difference to me; for as I really am, I am beyond all this.

• I will tell you tomorrow, something about my work and the workers. The selected workers should be those who do real work. I want to lay stress on workers and work. Work should be done as work; otherwise it would be no work at all. I cannot tolerate egoism and hypocrisy. He who works for me, does not oblige me, for he works for his own self.

• The ultimate experience could be had only after the heart is completely purified. God forgives everything except hypocrisy.

• I am the Light of the Universe. One day, as soon as you get a glimpse of my reality, you will come to know me; and you will get the glimpse. Very rarely, one can see me as I really am: you see everything (false) excepting me. It is the curtain that surrounds my reality. Fortunate are they who see even the curtain: even the highest type of inner experience falls short of my real state.

• Someone suggested a fan for Baba, and Baba said: I do not need it. My lovers' embraces give rise to a breeze which is more soothing. Even if they perspire, it does not matter. I have taken this body only to undergo suffering,