I wrote a book on Satan.
He wanted to read my bookBut unfortunately,
Time was hostile to him.I wrote a book on man.
Man had the timeBut
He did not care to read it.Unfortunately, he did not want
To waste his precious time.I wrote a book on God.
God immediately read it,And then
He smiled and cried.He smiled at my moon-white
Sincerity;He cried at my sun-vast
Stupidity. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 18, Agni Press, 1974
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