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God. I had no such intention, or purpose or aim. I was blind to everything except the one I sought for. I sought for Him and Him alone, my master. He was to me all in all. Nothing else was in my view. His image alone was implanted deep within my heart. I never looked to anything but to His form. I never craved for the joy and comfort of the world nor even of heaven. I felt perfectly unconcerned with God. All that I craved for was the attainment of an end like that of His, nothing short of it and nothing beyond. I had absolutely no desire for the realisation of God, even if it be, on my part, an act of blasphemy in the popular sense. I was so mad with love for Him that I had lost my power of vision for all things. People may condemn it as blind faith, but my love-madness pulled me up to it, and I liked to linger within the dark gloomy atmosphere of love, rather than enjoy the blissful state of anandam But I like to keep it reserved exclusively for myself and I do not induce any other to follow this mad course. His every gesture was to me the revelation of the Divine mystery, his every word a volume of spirituality, and his every action the exposition of the ̳Unknown'. I
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