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“Brahman is the ultimate reality; it is simultaneously Saguna and Nirguna; divisions are due to ignorance. Mind and intellect can never catch hold of it; they have only one option and that is to merge with it.”

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Amit Ray
Amit Ray

Amit Ray, born on August 12, 1960, is a renowned author whose works span a wide range of topics, including philosophy, personal growth, and self-development. Ray's writing style is highly appreciated by readers, and his books have achieved high sales worldwide. more

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