A sage, experiencing his own Self shining out through every name and form, expressing Its own dynamism through every circumstance, happy or sorrowful, is eternally in unison with harmony and rhythm amidst the discordant noise of life. The greatest potencies, the greatest joys, and the amplest successes in life are his. The heaviest sorrow cannot shake him even a wee-bit.
A sage does not belong to any particular culture, race, religion, or community. He belongs to all. For, all belong to him!
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