wishing, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow. Dead to himself, not to be a self anymore, to
find tranquility with an empty heard, to be open to miracles in unselfish thoughts that was his
goal. Once all of my self was overcome and had died, once every desire and every urge was
silent in the heart, then the ultimate part of me had to awake, the inner most of my being, which is no longer myself, the great secret.