I sat in my silence-corner in the garden, reflecting: so many books have I read, so many lives of saints have I studied. And every morning as I wake up, I recite from the scriptures. But, alas! year after year hath passed by: I am no nearer the Goal. I see no improvement in myself. And I often wonder if I am progressing or regressing.

In utter dejection I wept........

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