On the field of Kurukshetra, between two waiting armies, Arjuna let his bow fall. What Śrī Krishna spoke to him in that hour became the Bhagavad Gita — seven hundred verses in which the Lord himself reveals why we are here, how we must act, and what in us can never die.
There is no book like it, and no teacher like him. To those who live by it the Gita is more precious than gold — not read once and closed, but returned to in doubt, in grief, in joy, for as long as life keeps asking its questions.