So, too, at an extremely high and almost incomprehensible level does
this occur in the breakdown of Prema Radha, when the enjoyment of loving wears thin due to
the apparent distance of the Lord. When the joy goes, when the enjoyment of the love goes,
then the love itself is gradually weakened and diminished. Now this great soul in Prema
Radha finds himself or herself again, once again, but more painfully than ever before,
alone. No words can describe the extent of this forlorn state nor the emotion of personal
futility."What is the sense of a universe which has such an absurd reciprocator of
human love?" you cry. "Is the universe, and all that has unfolded in it, a
preposterous joke? How can anything in this universe have meaning if loving the Lord has
no constancy or validity? Certainly all human beings should band together and parade the
world with picket signs protesting their absurd treatment and refuse to go on! —
unless better living conditions are extended from The Management.
"And, surely," you complain, "there is no greater fool than the one who
aspired to and experienced Prema Radha. Perhaps reality itself is unreal! Surely it must
be unreal because of these capricious actions of the Lord toward one who loves him and
lives for him only! And then what of these mood experiences — all of them? Are they
unreal too? Is everything nothing? Is all nothingness? Ohhhh."
In this dejection a great pivot point has...
