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“A fleeting vision, however vivid and permanent its effects may be, is not complete attainment. The search for abiding reality, the quest of final truth cannot end, in emotional satisfaction or fitful experience.”

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The Bhagavad Gita

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Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan
Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan

Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was a distinguished Indian philosopher, academic, and statesman who served as the second President of India from 1962 to 1967. Born on September 5, 1888, in Thiruttani, Tamil Nadu, and passing away on April 17, 1975, he was a leading figure in the fields of Western philosophy and the philosophy of religion. A professor at the University of Mysore and the University of Calcutta, his works have had a profound impact on the understanding of Indian philosophy and culture. more

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