The more I read, the more I find myself drawn not to the austere, cold Maharaj, but to his ardent questioners. Instead of a sterile, dry, self-satisfied I am, they live in a more interesting and plausible universe: a God exists, creates and causes, has mercy, loves and suffers with us, and respects freedom; persons exist, not universal consciousness in some disconnected semi-bliss, but "focalized, centered, and individualized in a person;" the world exists, and is not an illusion to be overcome, but a field for the "knowing, knower and known" --
"Consciousness implies a conscious being, an object of consciousness, and the fact of being conscious. That which is conscious I call a person. A person lives in the world, is a part of it, affects it, and is affected by it."
I'm fascinated by the book, not by the Hindu master, but by the people who talk with him and challenge him.
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