This is no flight of speech; it is my own experi-
ence. The story of Hari is my mother; she
never entrusted me to any one else. She begot
me and nourished me to man’s estate, and found
me a place in the highest self. She overflows
with milk for the three worlds, even with the
emanence of Brahma; so strong is she, says Tuka,
that she has cast time and death into chains.
ence. The story of Hari is my mother; she
never entrusted me to any one else. She begot
me and nourished me to man’s estate, and found
me a place in the highest self. She overflows
with milk for the three worlds, even with the
emanence of Brahma; so strong is she, says Tuka,
that she has cast time and death into chains.