Humans tend to focus on having friends for nice people who flatter their tastes and instincts. He tells them how to walk, how to excel, oops, we must flee! However, there is no better friend than a spiritual master, because it is the head who knows the direction. The head, of course, does not provide that pleasurable sensations, but from time to time, when the disciple choking or drowning, when he do not know where he is, he decides, finally know, to have recourse to it for breathe a little and find the way ... what is sad is that it does not last, and it bubbled back into the swamps. So what should the Master? ... He gave arguments, he gave methods, and if the followers do not accept, that's life who will give them lessons. And she does unceremoniously clubbed it! At this thought, the Master is sad, of course, but what can he do? He knows only that, alive or dead, he is the best friend of his disciples, a friend as they do find anywhere else. The day they will understand, nothing and nobody can stop them in their march towards the light and freedom.