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"But seeing the splendour, everyone forgets; they do not look for Him whose splendour it is. Everyone goes after the enjoyment of woman and gold, but there is more grief and unrest in it than anything else. The world is like the whirlpool of Visalakshi: once a boat falls into it, there is no saving it. Like the thorns of a briar, as soon as you free yourself from one, another catches you. Once you enter a maze, it is hard to get out. A man is scorched and burnt, as it were."