All wise people, all people who are searching after knowledge, must look about them and contemplate. All things, whether living or non-living, are transient. Nothing is lasting, nothing is permanent. There is birth and death; there is a rush and a jostle; there is a passing pain and a passing joy; there are cravings. unsatisfied desires, desires that can never be satisfied; there is an immense ocean of nothingness. Affections and love fade as the delicate flower of a secluded valley; there is rejoicing at birth, and sorrow at death. A day of glory is as a passing cloud. All things, whether living or non-living, are subject to decay and they perish; all go down to the grave, and hence to dust.
Wherever we look, there is this chaos, this vast unrest, this something that cannot be satisfied. And the contemplative mind that seeks the reason of things must ask, must demand, must search out and find if there is anything lasting, anything permanent, anything enduring, any resting-place.
Is there not an abode where we can be free from desires, from those desires that are unsatisfiable, where the mind can be tranquil, peaceful and composed? Is there no Eternity where nothing changes, nothing decays, nothing can fade? The wise mind contemplates, looks around, sees these transient things, and then asks: Is there not something that will last, something which is Eternal?
Those, who have not found that Eternity, cannot answer; and those, who have found it, can but answer vaguely, for each must find that which he seeks according to his evolution, according to his stage of thought and of feeling. But we can all have the same vision, we can see the same beauty, though our lips may translate it into words which may convey different meanings.
Those who are wise, those who are full of age - not necessarily of the body, but full of age that comes through experience, through many sorrows, through many pains, through many pleasures and through many ecstasies - those can say, if they have once seen that vision, that there is Eternity, that it is beyond the possibility of doubt.
What then is this Vision? It is Truth. Truth is permanent, everlasting. It has no beginning and no end, it is changeless and immortal. And when you ask: "Where does it abide, where can I find it?" - I say: "You will find it only in that Kingdom of Happiness."
If you find it you must apply your mind and your heart to know, to seek, and to search out that Pool of Heaven which is Wisdom, which is Truth. For there, in the Kingdom, in the Holy of Holies, we must learn, we must experience, we must grow mentally and emotionally, and find that image which is the incarnation, which is the embodiment of Truth, which is Eternal. And like all people who are not satisfied by the mere world of passing glories that this can give, by the flatteries of friends, you must seek, must brush aside the undergrowth in the forest, if you would see the clear skies of heaven. You must cut away the dead branches of life, before you can see the stars by which you can guide your way out of the forest of transient things.
In such a way must we set about it. In such a way I set about it. I saw my Eternity. I saw the source of all things, the beauty, the perfection, and the joy of all things. I tasted Immortality. What I saw can be described only from my point of view, can be given only in words that may seem to mean very little. But when you have longed for it and it has come; when once you have seen it for yourself, when once it is the very breath of your life, then you will understand, then you will know that you have tasted Immortality, that you have seen the permanent, the lasting and unchangeable.
There is nothing in the world that can give satisfaction, that can satisfy your cravings, except that Immortality, that finding of Truth. But he would seek that Pool of Wisdom, that Kingdom of Happiness where Truth abides, must first learn to destroy self. He must first learn to appreciate and to feel the greatness of real friendship, the friendship that comes when you feel one with all things, when you have no existence apart from others; when in everything about you, through the transient, you see the Eternal; when every word, when every person, when every passing cloud and all things of earth give a new meaning, have a different song, a different pleasure, and a different Happiness. Then you will be able to enter the Kingdom of Happiness, where there is the freshness of many breezes.