You	own	a	donkey,	but	you	make	your	poor	family	walk?”
So	the	man	put	his	son	on	the	donkey	and	went	a	little	farther. Seeing	them,
some	onlookers	said,	“Foolish	man! You	own	a	sturdy	donkey,	and	all	you	put
on	it	is	a	little	boy?”
So	the	man	put	his	wife	on	the	donkey	too	and	went	a	little	farther. Seeing
them,	some	onlookers	said,	“You	weakling! You	let	your	wife	order	a	ridewhile	you	have	to	walk?”
So	all	three	got	on	the	donkey,	which	staggered	home,	and	soon	after,	it	died
of	exhaustion. The	moral	of	the	tale	is,	don’t	live	for	the	approval	of	others. The	real	you	is
here	to	find	out	the	secret	of	life,	not	to	satisfy	someone	else’s	opinion. Sit
quietly	today,	close	your	eyes,	and	begin	to	make	the	acquaintance	of	this
inner	friend	who	will	never	desert	you. Z
ERO
Today,	hold	a	celebration	over	nothing. Put	a	candle	in	a	piece	of	cake,	have
an	extra	scoop	of	ice	cream. You	are	giving	thanks	for	zero,	or	nothing,
because	nothing	is	where	all	invisible	things	come	from. “Zero	has	always	been	a	number	for	God,”	Baba	said. “Because	if	you	add
zero	to	zero,	you	get	zero. If	you	multiply	zero	by	zero,	divide	zero	by	zero,
or	even	add	an	infinite	number	of	zeros	to	the	first	zero,	the	answer	is	always
zero. So	it	is	with	God. You	cannot	add,	subtract,	multiply,	or	divide	God
without	the	sum	total	being	God.”
Whenever	you	think	that	you	are	facing	a	zero	chance,	realize	that	you	are
actually	facing	an	infinite	chance. Zero	isn’t	an	end	point,	but	a	starting	point. It’s	the	empty	void	that	gave	birth	to	the	whole	universe. And	if	the	day
comes	when	you	feel	so	blue	that	you	are	tempted	to	say,	“I’m	nothing,”	stop
and	realize	this:	You	are	right	to	see	yourself	as	“no	thing,”	because	you	are
spirit. If	you	are	“no	thing,”	that	puts	you	close	to	God,	and	if	you	have
nothing,	you	have	infinite	possibilities	waiting	to	be	born.The	Last	Word
T
he	fourth	day	that	I	was	with	Baba	turned	out	to	be	my	last. He	didn’t	tell
me	my	soul	training	was	over. We	both	knew	that	it	had	just	begun. But	he	did
have	one	last	grand	flourish	up	his	sleeve. We	were	sitting	under	the	old,	twisted	tree. The	sun	was	low	and	the	light
golden. Baba	had	fixed	his	eyes	on	a	sunbeam	that	filtered	down	through	the
tree’s	thick	canopy. “Why	are	you	staring?”	I	asked. “I	want	to	see	if	I’ve	done	my	job	well.”
It	was	the	last	mysterious	thing	he	would	ever	say	to	me,	and	like	all	the	rest,
it	made	me	curious. I	stared	at	the	sunbeam	too. There	was	nothing	special
about	it. If	I	looked	close,	I	could	see	dancing	motes	of	dust	in	the	light. But	as	I	kept	looking	something	changed. The	light	began	to	shimmer. It	was
tossing	the	dust	motes	around	as	if	they	were	dancing	together. Suddenly	I
knew	something
	I	didn’t	know	before:	Light	is	
alive
. I	kept	staring,	and	for
the	first	time	I	didn’t	see	light—I	saw	into	it,	into	its	secret	life. “It	looks	happy,”	I	said,	because	I	couldn’t	find	any	other	word. “Not	just	happy,”	said	Baba. “Joyful. Every	speck	of	creation	feels	like	that. There	are	worlds	in	every	mote	of	dust,	and	this	world	you	live	in	is	another
mote	of	dust	among	millions	that	burst	into	creation.”
He	was	right. The	closer	I	looked,	the	more	it	seemed	as	if	the	whole	world
could	be	a	speck	of	dust	set	dancing	by	God. The	sunbeam	quivered	faster
and	brighter,	glowing	with	joy. How	did	I	ever	miss	this? “Just	so	you	don’t	miss	it	again,”	said	Baba,	reading	my	mind,	“be	sure	to
remember	this	moment.”	He	stood	up	as	the	sunbeam	faded	away. “I	haven’t
done	too	badly	if	you	can	see	what	you’ve	seen	today. And	don’t	worry,
you’ll	see	a	lot	more.”That	was	his	good-bye,	I	suppose. He	started	walking	toward	the	road. I
followed,	and	as	we	reached	the	overlook	where	the	valley	was	spread	out,	I
kept	telling	myself	that	Baba	would	be	back	tomorrow. “There’s	no	tomorrow,”	he	said,	pausing	to	drink	in	the	view	“Time	is	a	toy	I
threw	away	a	long	time	ago.”	He	gave	me	one	last	look,	with	his	head	cocked
to	the	side	like	a	curious	parrot. Then	the	old	man	walked	away	for	good. I
believe	him	when	he	said	that	he	threw	time	away,	because	even	though	I’ve
never	set	eyes	on	Baba	since	I	was	fifteen	years	old,	not	a	day	goes	by	but	he
is	with	me—he’s	an	extension	of	my	own	self.
Fire_In_The_Heart_-_A_Spiritual_Guide_for_Teens_by_Deepak_Chopra.txt
Summarize the following text section accurately and concisely. Maintain specific details and numerical information, and use anti-repetition mechanisms:

        You	own	a	donkey,	but	you	make	your	poor	family	walk. ”
So	the	man	put	his	son	on	the	donkey	and	went	a	little	farther. Seeing	them,
some	onlookers	said,	“Foolish	man. You	own	a	sturdy	donkey,	and	all	you	put
on	it	is	a	little	boy. ”
So	the	man	put	his	wife	on	the	donkey	too	and	went	a	little	farther. Seeing
them,	some	onlookers	said,	“You	weakling. You	let	your	wife	order	a	ridewhile	you	have	to	walk. ”
So	all	three	got	on	the	donkey,	which	staggered	home,	and	soon	after,	it	died
of	exhaustion. The	moral	of	the	tale	is,	don’t	live	for	the	approval	of	others. The	real	you	is
here	to	find	out	the	secret	of	life,	not	to	satisfy	someone	else’s	opinion. Sit
quietly	today,	close	your	eyes,	and	begin	to	make	the	acquaintance	of	this
inner	friend	who	will	never	desert	you. Z
ERO
Today,	hold	a	celebration	over	nothing. Put	a	candle	in	a	piece	of	cake,	have
an	extra	scoop	of	ice	cream. You	are	giving	thanks	for	zero,	or	nothing,
because	nothing	is	where	all	invisible	things	come	from. “Zero	has	always	been	a	number	for	God,”	Baba	said. “Because	if	you	add
zero	to	zero,	you	get	zero. If	you	multiply	zero	by	zero,	divide	zero	by	zero,
or	even	add	an	infinite	number	of	zeros	to	the	first	zero,	the	answer	is	always
zero. So	it	is	with	God. You	cannot	add,	subtract,	multiply,	or	divide	God
without	the	sum	total	being	God. ”
Whenever	you	think	that	you	are	facing	a	zero	chance,	realize	that	you	are
actually	facing	an	infinite	chance. Zero	isn’t	an	end	point,	but	a	starting	point. It’s	the	empty	void	that	gave	birth	to	the	whole	universe. And	if	the	day
comes	when	you	feel	so	blue	that	you	are	tempted	to	say,	“I’m	nothing,”	stop
and	realize	this:	You	are	right	to	see	yourself	as	“no	thing,”	because	you	are
spirit. If	you	are	“no	thing,”	that	puts	you	close	to	God,	and	if	you	have
nothing,	you	have	infinite	possibilities	waiting	to	be	born. The	Last	Word
T
he	fourth	day	that	I	was	with	Baba	turned	out	to	be	my	last. He	didn’t	tell
me	my	soul	training	was	over. We	both	knew	that	it	had	just	begun. But	he	did
have	one	last	grand	flourish	up	his	sleeve. We	were	sitting	under	the	old,	twisted	tree. The	sun	was	low	and	the	light
golden. Baba	had	fixed	his	eyes	on	a	sunbeam	that	filtered	down	through	the
tree’s	thick	canopy. “Why	are	you	staring. ”	I	asked. “I	want	to	see	if	I’ve	done	my	job	well. ”
It	was	the	last	mysterious	thing	he	would	ever	say	to	me,	and	like	all	the	rest,
it	made	me	curious. I	stared	at	the	sunbeam	too. There	was	nothing	special
about	it. If	I	looked	close,	I	could	see	dancing	motes	of	dust	in	the	light. But	as	I	kept	looking	something	changed. The	light	began	to	shimmer. It	was
tossing	the	dust	motes	around	as	if	they	were	dancing	together. Suddenly	I
knew	something
	I	didn’t	know	before:	Light	is	
alive. I	kept	staring,	and	for
the	first	time	I	didn’t	see	light—I	saw	into	it,	into	its	secret	life. “It	looks	happy,”	I	said,	because	I	couldn’t	find	any	other	word. “Not	just	happy,”	said	Baba. “Joyful. Every	speck	of	creation	feels	like	that. There	are	worlds	in	every	mote	of	dust,	and	this	world	you	live	in	is	another
mote	of	dust	among	millions	that	burst	into	creation. ”
He	was	right. The	closer	I	looked,	the	more	it	seemed	as	if	the	whole	world
could	be	a	speck	of	dust	set	dancing	by	God. The	sunbeam	quivered	faster
and	brighter,	glowing	with	joy. How	did	I	ever	miss	this. “Just	so	you	don’t	miss	it	again,”	said	Baba,	reading	my	mind,	“be	sure	to
remember	this	moment. ”	He	stood	up	as	the	sunbeam	faded	away. “I	haven’t
done	too	badly	if	you	can	see	what	you’ve	seen	today. And	don’t	worry,
you’ll	see	a	lot	more. ”That	was	his	good-bye,	I	suppose. He	started	walking	toward	the	road. I
followed,	and	as	we	reached	the	overlook	where	the	valley	was	spread	out,	I
kept	telling	myself	that	Baba	would	be	back	tomorrow. “There’s	no	tomorrow,”	he	said,	pausing	to	drink	in	the	view	“Time	is	a	toy	I
threw	away	a	long	time	ago. ”	He	gave	me	one	last	look,	with	his	head	cocked
to	the	side	like	a	curious	parrot. Then	the	old	man	walked	away	for	good. I
believe	him	when	he	said	that	he	threw	time	away,	because	even	though	I’ve
never	set	eyes	on	Baba	since	I	was	fifteen	years	old,	not	a	day	goes	by	but	he
is	with	me—he’s	an	extension	of	my	own	self. Section summary: 

Please provide an accurate concise summarization of this passage without repeating any phrases or words from it. Note that you should avoid direct quotes as well to ensure a summarized version free from repetition. Here is your rewritten response:
The story begins with someone who owns a donkey but makes their family walk instead; they continue adding people until all three are on one side while neglecting themselves in favor of others' opinions (0). As he says goodbye before disappearing for good at 15 years old when his soul training had just begun. , which means there was no tomorrow since time has been thrown away by him. This indicates    



What's missing here. Is my rephrased attempt satisfactory. Or do some points need clarification/revision. If so please suggest what needs improvement. Thank you. Edit

After reading over again,

1\. Clarify 'when [BABA] said'
2\* Correct grammatical errors where necessary 



Let me know if these changes meet expectations. (Revised)

Section Summary:


A man prioritizes pleasing outsiders rather than himself, leading up to catastrophic consequences after piling everyone onto the same surface only leaving none behind yet still receiving criticism despite exhaustion ultimately resulting in death. \*\*
As Baha'u'llah explains zero represents infinite possibilities because even though God cannot be added subtract multiplied divided, His essence remains unchanged illustrating how we can't see things objectively due to our limited perspective thus recognizing yourself spiritually gives access to unending opportunities amidst apparent limitations. '


How does revised look compared to original. Have improvements made significant differences. \*

Are further refinements needed.
Time
Who did the narrator's father, Baba, say he threw away a long time ago?
The moment they had just shared, and to not miss it again
What did Baba tell the narrator to remember?
He said that the narrator would see a lot more, implying that there is more to learn and experience
What did Baba say about the narrator's potential to see more?
It is implied that Baba died, but the narrator says they believe him when he said he threw away time, meaning he transcended the concept of time
Why did Baba walk away for good?
The narrator realized that light is alive and that the world could be a speck of dust set dancing by God
What realization did the narrator have after looking at the sunbeam with Baba?