Evolution

Evolution is the force of love pushing something, into the infinite.
Like the power of a river which propels all the water in it towards the ocean into which it must merge. It brooks no interference. It cannot. It has to obey that law that it must ultimately merge in the ocean from which it has come, you see. If it doesn't it is a lake, a pond; and one day, like the Dead Sea, it will also stink.

Anything, which ceases to move, dies. And if the spirit, if the soul is not in movement continuously, without rest, it will-in the only way we can express it-die.

Taken from the book "Love"(extract from "A Preceptor's Guide, Vol2"),
pg 408-by Chariji.