The man who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.

- Edward J. Phelps

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You know not but practices like these obstruct our path of love; things as such obstruct our path of love.

        You pluck flowers and offer at my feet for my appeasement, but you know not plucking the very ornaments of my body, you offer at my feet endeavoring for making me beautiful and fragrant.

        For satisfying your conception of worship you engrave and prepare my image from stone; but know not that wounding my own secret self, try to forge me with the help of hammer.

        You take shelter of sacrifice for my propitiation, but for propitiating me you now not that you slaughter the self of mine.

        Overwhelmed with affection you never shed even a tear for me and not even a fraction of your heart yearns and becomes sacrifice for my propitiation.  Hence I appeal to you for discovering a place of love where nobody else would be dwelling save you and me or where nothing else but love is residing.

(From Shri Yogeshwarji's book entitled 'Tunes unto the Infinite')