In plain words
Who in this world has mastered this white and black? He is God. That which is made of white and black is called ‘dinam’. The one who has mastered this white and black is called ‘daivam’. There is only one difference between dinam and daivam. For God there is no Day and Night. That is, there is no night and day. For the day there are Day and Night. The Viveka and wisdom to master this night and day is God's own grace,” he said.
“How can what this fool says be right, a man without learning, who has read no epics, no Purāṇas, no śāstras?”: so the paṇḍits voiced their grievance, full of Ahaṅkāra and agitation. At once they all made this complaint to the king: “O King! You must not believe what this ignorant fool has said. He must show some proof, some evidence for it,” they said. Today, they said, research is all-important in every field, moral, religious, spiritual, physical and scientific. All these researches are concerned with Prakṛti. “So we must examine this and decide: is it true? Is it false?” The paṇḍits insisted hard on deciding it. The king went along with the paṇḍits' words: “My son! Great devotee! What is the proof of this? How can you show that it is true?” he asked. “Mahārāja! Give me the time of a single day,” he said. The king: “All right! Take it,” he said. Then the devotee asked a second thing: “During that day, wherever I go and whatever I do, no one must stop me in any way. This is what my research requires,” he said. The king granted his wish and told everyone that when this man came to the royal palace no one was to stop him, and that whatever he did, no one was to hinder him.
On the second day the Mahārāja had his midday meal and was resting in his bedchamber. At that very time the man poured milk into a vessel. He set out at once, placed the bowl of milk inside the Mahārāja's bedchamber, brought a little child to the front of the bedchamber, and began to beat it again and again to make it cry. The child's wailing broke the Mahārāja's sleep. The king, in uncontrollable anger, came running without looking where he was going. Shouting, ‘Who is making all this noise?’, as he came he kicked the bowl of milk. The poor man had not seen the bowl of milk at all. “O King! Milk is far less white than the day, and so you did not see the whiteness of the milk. If this milk were the whiter, why did you not see it? The whiteness of this milk is less than the whiteness of the day. The day is far whiter than milk. So you have no choice but to agree with this,” said the devotee.