But Inner Experience Is Only One Source

My Ancestors Were Brahmins. They Spent Their Lives In Search Of God. I Am Spending My Life In Search Of Man.

When The Thinking Of A People Becomes Corrupt, The Pure Silver Becomes Impure In Its Hands.

Though The Terror Of The Sea Gives To None Security, In The Secret Of The Shell. Self Preserving We May Dwell.

But Inner Experience Is Only One Source Of Human Knowledge.

I Tell You The Sign Of A Believer; When Death Comes, There Is A Smile On His Lips