They have made Radha queen, in the beautiful
groves of Vrindaban.
At her gate stands Krishna, on guard.
His flute is singing all the time:
Radha is about to distribute infinite wealth of love.
Though I am guard, all the world may enter.
Come all ye who thirst! Say only 'Glory unto Radha!'
Enter the region of love!


That was a great hour indeed when he spoke of Buddha; for, catching a word that seemed to
identify him with its anti—Brahminical spirit, an uncomprehending listener said, "Why,
Swami, I did not know that you were a Buddhist!
"Madam", he said, rounding on her, his whole face aglow with the inspiration of that name, "I
am the servant of the servants of the servants of Buddha. Who was there ever like him? — the
Lord — who never performed one action for himself — with a heart that embraced the whole
world! So full of pity that he — prince and monk — would give his life to save a little goat! So
loving that he sacrificed himself to the hunger of a tigress! — to the hospitality of a pariah and
blessed him! And he came into my room when I was a boy and I fell at his feet! For I knew it
was the Lord Himself!

There is nothing for modern man to return to. Our wonderful time in the wilderness had given us a taste of what man had abandoned and what mankind was still trying to get even further away from. Progress today can be defined as man's ability to complicate simplicity. Nothing in all the procedure that modern man, helped by all his modern middlemen, goes through before he earns money to buy a fish or a potato will ever be as simple as pulling it out of the water or soil. Without the farmer and the fisherman, modern society would collapse, with all its shops and pipes and wires. The farmers and the fishermen represent the nobility of modern society; they share their crumbs with the rest of us, who run about with papers and screwdrivers attempting to build a better world without a blueprint.

| Thor Heyerdahl