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“There are 3 levels to play the game of life. In 1st level, you identify yourself with a group such as family, friend circle, fan group or a group based on ideology, geography, language etc. At this level, you play against the group which is against your group. In 2nd level, your identify with a body-mind and play against or with rest of the universe. In 3rd level, you identify yourself as nothing and play with everything as a whole. Nothing and everything are same. So 3rd level is not a play. It's Samadhi.”

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“For since a kiss is a knitting together both of body and soul, it is to be feared lest the sensual lover will be more inclined to the part of the body than of the soul; but the reasonable lover wotteth well that although the mouth be a parcel of the body, yet is it an issue for the words that be the interpreters of the soul, and for the inward breath, which is also called soul; and therefore hath a delight to join his mouth with the woman’s beloved with a kiss – not to stir him to any unhonest desire, but because he feeleth that that bond is the opening of an entry to the souls, which drawn with a coveting the one of the other, pour themselves by turn the one into the other’s body, and be so mingled together that each of them hath two souls, and one alone so framed of them both ruleth, in a manner, two bodies. Whereupon a kiss may be said to be rather a coupling together of the soul than of the body, because it hath such force in her that it draweth her unto it, and, as it were, separateth her from the body. For this do all chaste lovers covet a kiss as a coupling of souls together.”

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