Be that as it may, it’s all I have to work with. Clutching these faded, fading, imperfect memories to my breast, I go on writing this book with all the desperate intensity of a starving man sucking on bones.
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!
