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My Lord, I believe in you, but as ill luck would have it I turn a deaf ear to your command. I have no belief in death. But I am ever aware of his command. And what is worse, I blindly carry out his behests. O Author of all good, truly you are for me an insoluble mystery.

From:Chinmoy,Chandelier, Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press, Pondicherry, 1959
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