You have asked regarding the heavenly books. The pulse of
the world is in the hand of the skillful Physician. He diagnoses the illness
and wisely prescribes the remedy. Every day has its own secret, and every
tongue a melody. The illness of today has one cure and that of tomorrow
another. Look ye upon this day, and consider, and discuss its needs. One sees
that existence is afflicted with innumerable ailments, compelling it to lie
upon the bed of suffering. Men who are intoxicated with the wine of
self-contemplation prevent the wise physician from reaching the patient. Thus
they cause themselves and the world to suffer. They know not the ailment nor
recognize the remedy. They take the wrong for the right, the crooked for the straight,
the enemy for the friend.
Harken ye to the melody of this Prisoner! Stand up and
proclaim; perchance those who are asleep may awaken. Say, O ye dead ones, the
generous hand of the Almighty is passing around the water of eternal life.
Hasten ye and drink. Whosoever becomes alive in this Day shall never die, and
whosoever dies in this Day can never find life. (Baha’u’llah, ‘Baha'i
Scriptures’)
