Oh, Preachers! I am the servant of that Lord who says that “the pen got dried after finishing the writing.” Today the film of life, which is activated on my forehead, was actually created before my birth in the beginning of the universe, and this is my fate and destiny. Oh, Preacher! Your advice and speech are not going to have any effect on me because you are also a writing, penned from the beginning of the universe. All the activities of life were also written at the beginning. This life and the fleshly body, which is decorated with the dusty dress, is that line, or wave of God, which no one can change. Oh, Preacher! This obedience is available only for those who were also auspicious and obedient at the beginning of creation. Those who were vicious from the beginning of the universe will remain deprived of his intimacy. And eventually a time will come when these lines, or waves, will be dispersed, the effect of gravity will disappear, and the body will be dissolved.