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At A Certain Stage In The Path Of Devotion, The Devotee Finds Satisfaction In God With Form, And At Another Stage, In God Without It.

One Cannot Attain Divine Knowledge Till One Gets Rid Of Pride. Water Does Not Stay On The Top Of A Mound; But Into Low Land It Flows In Torrents From All Sides.

Take The Case Of The Infinite Ocean. There Is No Limit To Its Water. Suppose A Pot Is Immersed In It: There Is Water Both Inside And Outside The Pot. The Jnani Sees That Both Inside And Outside There Is Nothing But Paramatman. Then What Is This Pot? It Is 'i-consciousness'. Because Of The Pot The Water Appears To Be Divided Into Two Parts; Because Of The Pot You Seem To Perceive An Inside And An Outside. One Feels That Way As Long As This Pot Of 'i' Exists. When The 'i' Disappears, What Is Remains. That Cannot Be Described In Words.

Wisdom Leads To Unity, But Ignorance To Separation. So Long As God Seems To Be Outside And Far Away, There Is Ignorance. But When God Is Realised Within, That Is True Knowledge.

Men Are Like Pillow-cases. The Colour Of One May Be Red, That Of Another Blue, And That Of The Third Black; But All Contain The Same Cotton Within. So It Is With Man; One Is Beautiful, Another Is Ugly, A Third Holy, And A Fourth Wicked; But The Divine Being Dwells In Them All.