These concepts (and such practices) lead to a metaphysical death. We in India love metaphysical dialectics, till we kill reason with reason. The world is real or the world is not real, the world is both real and unreal, the world is neither real nor unreal, etc.—we reason thus till the mind comes to a deathly stop. All tricks seem good as long as I trick trick itself, and thus I commit holy suicide. Indeed among Jains—those celebrated dialecticians who believed that man is born pure but is covered up with millions of karma points—that is, the results, of a past life could pick out the trace of each misadventure, like one could pick out one’s hairs on the body—and (then) one commits salleka, religious suicide. Or, said others, the only problem is the body, so trick the body out of its complexities through yoga, and reach the sublime lotus of the mind, which can open its thousand petals, and you remain in blessedness ever and ever. They never asked the question, what will happen, Sir, when the body is not? Does the lotus still remain? Or, others more daring said: There is nothing beyond this visible world, so eat and be merry, for all there is—is matter, just matter. You are matter and I am matter, and whatever you see is matter. Pray what is there beyond it? So I love or I die.