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The great oriental ruby above his forehead seemed to burn more

brilliantly than ever as if to shame the frivolous occidental jewels

that twinkled before it

"Yes," he went on, "these gems we do not submit to force They are not

to be ravished by blood and iron Yet even these, our sacred treasures,

we gladly share with those who, in humility and in the life of

meditation, seek with us the universal truths And truth, what is it? It

eludes the scalpel of reason It is the master and not the servant of

logic The only truths worthy to be known are those which are to be

experienced by the soul in her hours of solitude Then does she cease to

think Then does she cease to reason Then does she know"

He was dogmatic and they fell under his sway A hush deeper than silence

lay upon his audience as the Swa his surroundings he spoke again

"My friends in this land, who are co to understand with us, and we

are not numerous even in India--the land of inspiration-- naotten, askthe order of the universe I