Dear……………..,*
My child, what I want
is muscles of iron and nerves of steel, inside which dwells a mind of the same
material as that of which the thunderbolt is made. Strength, manhood,
Kshatra-Virya + Brahma-Teja. Our beautiful hopeful boys — they have everything,
only if they are not slaughtered by the millions at the altar of this brutality
they call marriage. O Lord, hear my wails! Madras will then awake when at least
one hundred of its very heart's blood, in the form of its educated young men,
will stand aside from the world, gird their loins, and be ready to fight the
battle of truth, marching on from country to country. One blow struck outside
of India is equal to a hundred thousand struck within. Well, all will come if the
Lord wills it.
Persevere on, my brave
lads. We have only just begun. Never despond! Never say enough! . . . As soon
as a man comes over to the West and sees different nations, his eyes open. This
way I get strong workers — not by talking, but by practically showing what we
have in India and what we have not. I wish at least that a million Hindus had
travelled all over the world!
Yours ever with love,
VIVEKANANDA.
*[You may treat these letters as if addressed to
you]
Source: The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda
[Volume-V; Epistles - First Series; Letter no.: LXVII]