ब्रह्माण्ड की सारी शक्तियां पहले से हमारी हैं| वो हमीं हैं जो अपनी आँखों:eye: पर हाँथ:hand_splayed: रख लेते हैं और फिर रोते हैं कि कितना अन्धकार:new_moon: है|
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment - from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies - how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?