Being good to parents, honoring the guru, doing the dishes for others, handing the phone, washing someone’s car… and thereby speculating on karmic „points“. This is the way of the accountant with the sharp pen to buy his salvation.
But if I go and rip open my shirt, rip open my chest, throw myself in the dust and shout, „Lords! You gods! Take my heart and lead it in the ways you have destined for it! I will give myself to you and follow you! To Your grace I entrust myself!“, what karmic „point“ should I then miss collecting in this life? Everything that is, is then centered in this one moment. It is this moment that counts eternally and I can be in it and don’t have to waste a thought on how I, as an accountant, balance my selfish account and try with compromises to secretly seek my personal advantage, but still somehow be able to serve the gods so that I have something good with them. So that they owe me something. That is the thing with the many little things and the one big thing.