The potter puts his pot in the sun to dry. Haven't you noticed that among them there are both baked and unbaked ones? When a cow happens to walk over them, some of the pots get broken to pieces. The broken pots that are already baked, the potter throws away, since they are of no more use to him. But the soft ones, though broken, he gathers up. He makes them into a lump and out of this forms new pots. In the same way so long as a man has not realised God, he will have to come back to the potter's hand, that is, he will have to be born again and again.
- Sri Ramakrishna
