Nature itself is a gambler and cheat.
To forsake outward show and engage in the way of private adoration
to
escape from the contradictions of nature is an act of “deception.”
But to call it “deception” is hardly appropriate,
for such secretiveness is essential to the worshipper’s security.
It is required that the worshipper,
although in possession of a heart that is lit up with knowledge,
appear outwardly ignorant like a benumbed Bharat-like one
who is insane, blind, deaf and dumb.
Although he sees, he should show as if he knows nothing;
although he hears, it should appear that he has heard nothing.
The canon of worship is that it should be private and secret.
Only then can he win in the gamble of nature.