ABSTRACT
It is the morning meditation. The temple hall is full. I see many new faces, not only Indian, but from other lands as well. In this peculiar atmosphere of India it is easy to understand the feelings of those gathered around the departing Saint. I almost venture to say that it would not be difficult to ‘see’ the thoughts of every single person in the hall. But this kind of curiosity or experiment has no place in this sacred abode. It would be a sacrilege.
