One morning an old man arrived. From his looks he seemed wealthy yet his pallor said otherwise. He genuflected at Master’s feet and said: Master I pray to God every day, follow my rituals, burn incense, live life by the scriptures, yet nothing happens. He is not listening to me.
Have you taken the pills? Master asked.
What pills Master? The old man asked befuddled.
Master smiled and spoke: Imagine you are unwell and you visit your doctor and he is the best doctor in the world. So when you go to him, he writes you a prescription for the pills and tells you how to take them and when. You respect him and to show him your respect when you return home you make a temple for him, put his statue and photographs inside the temple, burn incense sticks, and chant the prescription as your mantra 'one yellow pill in morning, one at night before sleeping'.
And you do this chanting, these rituals sincerely very dedicatedly, yet you do not actually take the pills. Now tell me my good fellow, how will you get better if you don't take the pill but only keep chanting the prescription!