Although I am unborn, of indestructible nature, the Lord of all beings, by dint of my inscrutable power, wielding my own Nature, I get born again and again.
True, the Soul is unborn, imperishable, but has the power and potential to lord over complex Nature. Being different from the body, it does not remain mute and still. It is alert and vibrant to act and interact. Such intrinsic merit is like milk’s whiteness and sweetness. Each entity has its characteristics. Soul has its supreme nature too.
Employing Nature, keeping it under its sway, the Soul begets a body. This kind of special embodiment occurs perhaps in the human world alone, as part of the process of preservation. World’s complexity sometimes drives it to severe adverse plights ordinary means cannot resolve.
It is important to know that the human, with his mind and intelligence, is capable of courting fissiparous tendencies, leading to grave adversities. To resolve the crisis, deliver the rescue, mete out a reward or force a punishment, these special episodes will transpire by dint of their own sequence and resolve.