As the sun, who is the eye of the world, Cannot be tainted by the defects in our eyes Nor by the objects it looks on, So the one Self, dwelling in all, cannot Be tainted by the evils of the world. For this Self transcends all!
The magic on you is only magic and will vanish as soon as you are free, but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes. We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.
What if a girl grew up like a boy, with marriage an abstract, someday thought, a thing to think about when she became an adult, a thing she could do, or not do, depending? What would that look and feel like?
