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Oh men, do not worry about your food; this is the last thing you should do. Trust in God. It is said, "Chañch dī to chugā degā," meaning, "Who gave the beak will also give the food." Believe in that. There is a very nice story about a sculptor, an artist. He was carving a statue from a very large block of marble—marble, we Germans say "marble." He worked and worked to make the statue, but he could not get a proper form. The rock was round and long and round again, and so on—a very beautiful rock, milk-white, with not a single crack in it. One day, something happened: he saw a small crack somewhere. "Okay, it doesn't matter," he thought. But what happened a few minutes later, as he was working? The stone broke into two parts. "Okay, it can break," he reasoned. But what he saw inside was a small hole. And sitting inside that hole was an ant, and the ant had a grain of rice in her mouth. He began to think, "Who gave her rice there, in such a small hole? She is enjoying herself inside her house, working on nothing. And I work day and night. Why don't I believe in God? He will give to me at home; I don't want to work." He threw away all his tools, took his cloth, put it on his shoulder, and walked home at an unusual time. His wife was surprised. She said, "What happened? You never come home at this time." He said, "It's okay." He went straight into the bedroom and lay down. She said, "Are you ill?" He said, "No." "What happened?" He replied, "Why should I work?" When someone comes home, goes to bed, and sleeps, and when you ask what happened, he says, 'I don't want to work,' that's all. Then you think psychologically something is wrong. She worried very much and asked again, "What happened?" He said, "Well, who gave the beak will give the food. In that rock, there was hardly a little hole, and inside was an ant, and she got a grain of rice inside. If He gave her rice in that small, narrow hole, He can give to me at home too. Why should I work? Hurry home." She tried to explain to him, but he said, "Please don't disturb me; you should also not do anything, just relax." Three days, five days, one month, two months passed. She was thinking of taking him to a psychiatrist or psychologist. She thought, "Well, I can go to a psychologist, but he has nothing to say; I will tell him this argument." That's all. One day, he decided not to work and told his wife, "Sit down and relax and sleep." At eleven o'clock at night, thieves came. They wanted to hear if the couple was still sleeping or awake. They were talking to each other. Three of them sat under the window and listened. It was a small house, a small hut. He told his wife, "Dear one, today something very funny happened." She said, "What happened?" He said, "You know, I went to the toilet." (At that time, there were no toilets in the house; to have a toilet in the house was not acceptable to anyone, also in Europe not. They had it in the garden. Then they began to have toilets on the corridor outside. And then we want to have toilets even in our bedroom directly. But according to certain rules, it is said it's not good to have a toilet inside the house; this is another subject we may touch on some days.) She said, "And?" He said, "I was so angry." So, a big iron suitcase. They opened it and closed it again quickly. Inside were so many snakes and this most dangerous Australian spider, and what not? All three of the thieves looked at each other and said, "Yes, you understand?" One said, "Yes, it is his trick. We will open it, we will be bitten by snakes, and we will die. This was his plan to kill us. He saw us as dead. What does he think? We will take this box, go through his hut, open the roof, and throw all these snakes on his bed." So, the three of them carried it. It was two o'clock in the night. They put up a kind of ladder. Slowly, slowly, they opened it. And his wife said, "Franz, what is there? Some noise." He said, "These are some birds or some possums." And again, there was a sound like something opening. She said, "I feel, see, something is going on." "Yes, then he's trying to give it to me here, but why in this way?" But anyhow, it's his problem. They opened the suitcase, turned it over like this, and ran away. And so many stones fell, sparkling, glinting. She said, "Franz, what is this?" He said, "This is what he wants to give me there. And I didn't accept it. So he brought it here. What is in my destiny, no one can take." So, there are people who said, "What is in your destiny, no one can take away." From the hand, anyone can take this spoon away. But what is in your destiny, no one can take away. Now, this does not mean that we should follow him, that we should not work. We should work because it is said, "puruṣārtha." And he was not lazy. He trusted where he must. He trusted God. And he said, "When this is possible, then why is the other not possible?" That was it. And we do not have faith. We come home, we will lie down one day and a second day, then we are hungry and we ask your wife, "Maria, can you give something?" In the fridge there is nothing. You go and work. The friend said, "No, I will not work." Therefore, destiny. Destiny is a product of our actions. Parents can give you birth, but parents cannot give you destiny. Destiny is your own deeds. This is your very personal, as a soul, acting in this Mṛtyu Loka.