None can remain without work even for a moment, says the Gita. How true! Man's whole life is a saga of work done, consciously or unconsciously, toward satisfying different ends. Is he then merely a slave, a fleshy machine only to be on the run without any respite, chased, as it were, by the demon of desires and circumstances? Can he turn the tables and become the Master himself and make work his subordinate, a servant? Yes! In this small booklet the readers will find the secret of work which will help them work like masters and not like slaves.
Stick to God! Who cares what comes to the body or to anything else! Through the terrors of evil, say -- my God, my love! Through the pangs of death, say -- my God, my love! Through all the evils under the sun, say my God, my love!
-Swami Vivekananda
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