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“You need not know what you are. Enough to know what you are not. What you are you will never know, for every discovery reveals new dimensions to conquer. The unknown has no limits.”

Quote by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

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Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj was an Indian philosopher known for his profound insights into existence and self-awareness. His philosophy emphasizes the importance of direct experience and inner perception, profoundly influencing many seekers of spiritual awakening. more

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