The World Is Impermanent. One Should Constantly

As A Boy Holding To A Post Or A Pillar Whirls About It With Headlong Speed Without Any Fear Or Falling, So Perform Your Worldly Duties, Fixing Your Hold Firmly Upon God, And You Will Be Free From Danger.

One Man May Read The Bhagavata By The Light Of A Lamp, And Another May Commit A Forgery By That Very Light; But The Lamp Is Unaffected. The Sun Sheds Its Light On The Wicked As Well As On The Virtuous.

Little Children Play With Dolls In The Outer Room Just As They Like, Without Any Care Of Fear Or Restraint; But As Soon As Their Mother Comes In, They Throw Aside Their Dolls And Run To Her Crying, "mamma, Mamma." You Too, Are Now Playing In This Material World, Infatuated With The Dolls Of Wealth, Honour, Fame, Etc., If However, You Once See Your Divine Mother, You Will Not Afterwards Find Pleasure In All These. Throwing Them All Aside, You Will Run To Her.

As The Snake Is Separate From Its Slough, Even So Is The Spirit Separate From The Body.

It Is On Account Of The Ego That One Is Not Able To See God. In Front Of The Door Of God's Mansion Lies The Stump Of Ego. One Cannot Enter The Mansion Without Jumping Over The Stump.