I felt knowledge and the unity of the world circulate in me like my own blood.

I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.

You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect.

There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge-that is everywhere, that is Atman, that is in me and you and in every creature, and I am beginning to believe that this knowledge has no worse enemy than the man of knowledge, than learning.

[...] tutto mentiva, tutto puzzava, puzzava di menzogna, tutto simulava un significato di bontà e di bellezza, e tutto era inconfessata putrefazione.

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.