Passage 11

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Who gave these ears this power? It is not someone's gift: intelligence is nothing but a boon granted by God. This intelligence looks at a thing, discriminates, and in the end establishes the truth. Are we able to understand the body, such a treasury of power? The whole body is filled with cells. We call the blood corpuscles cells. Each cell is itself a kind of form. There are some crores of cells in the body. So many forms are in it. You are the cosmic form of the universe. You are unable to recognise this truth. You think they are blood corpuscles. A great mistake. Not a single cell should be wasted. This very thing: in the Mahābhārata war, when Dharmaja had gone to King Virāṭa and was playing dice with him, King Virāṭa kept losing every time. Dharmaja was fond of dice. Through that old tendency he had entered into it, and King Virāṭa became angry. He took a die and struck Dharmarāja. Blood flowed. It was dropping to the ground. Draupadī went running. She wiped it with the end of her sari. King Virāṭa saw it. "What is this? What is her reason for wiping this man's blood?" He did not know that these were the Pāṇḍavas and that she was Pāñcālī, their wedded wife. They were moving about in disguise. That itself was called the ajñātavāsa. Ajñāta means living without being known: that is ajñāta. In the same way there are many powers, unknown. When he asked her, she begged his pardon and said, 'This man is the very form of Dharma. If even a single drop of Dharma's blood falls to the ground, the whole kingdom is destroyed. Such things must not happen in your kingdom. For all this year you have kept us safe. We have been living in disguise so that no one can recognise us. The year is passing.' Then she told him all these signs. 'Arjuna is teaching your daughter Bharatanāṭyam. My husband Arjuna is no ordinary man. Bhīma sits in the kitchen. He does all the cooking. His is the cooking of Bhīma. He too is my husband. Nakula and Sahadeva tend all your cattle; they are my husbands. Dharmarāja, the very form of Dharma, is my husband. I am Pāñcālī,' she said. He was greatly amazed.