All I have been trying to say is: One must rise from epistemology to ontology—from Aristotle to Plato, as the wise Heisenberg has said. And, may I add, move on from Plato to Parmenides—and beyond to Nirvana, to Truth.

As It is the Self of everything, not different from anything, and not an object like a thing separate from It, the Self cannot be accepted or rejected.5

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In Search of—My Bride

I was born in a dharmasala,1 room number one, in (the town) Beautiful, Hassana, whose goddess, the Lady Beautiful, Hassanakamma, saw her devotees only once a year, and again for just nine days, while an ancient worshipper, that lone and cursed girl, because she never did come on the appointed, auspicious, time, became a rounded long stone, and you can still see where she started from and where she now is, there, in the large courtyard of the temple, for she goes but the pace of a rice grain, one rice-grain step a year, so that when she reaches finally the sacred Feet of the Lady Beautiful, not only this town but the whole world will be dissolved, till, when the waters have stayed quiet for Brahma’s requisite aeons (432,000,000 man years) and the karma of the world, lying asleep for all this while, curled deep under the waters, will wake again, and the world will revolve in its own rhythm, and man and beast will go their own conditioned way, and the Goddess Beautiful too will emerge from the earth, and the accursed girl also will no doubt, go a single rice-grain step a year, till the world dissolves once more—unless one goes beyond the actual, the mental, the concrete, that is, beyond cause and effect, and this one, he, he will have, as you well know, neither birth nor death.