Late, I Learned That When Reason Died,

One Must Have First Of All A Solid Foundation.

This World Is A Vast Unbroken Totality, A Deep Solidarity Joins Its Contrary Powers.

The Mind Of An Ordinary Man Is Truly Near The Heart.

The Language Of The Veda Itself Is Sruti, A Rhythm Not Composed By The Intellect But Heard, A Divine Word That Same Vibrating Out Of The Infinite To The Inner Audience Of The Man Who Had Previously Made Himself Fit Fot The Impersonal Knowledge.

The Fly That Touches Honey Cannot Use It's Wings; So Too The Soul That Clings To Spiritual Sweetness Ruins It's Freedom And Hinders Contemplation.