The moment I extinguished the flame, moonlight burst through the open window and flooded the boat. It was like a shock to an infatuated man. The glare from a satanic little lamp had been mocking an infinite radiance. What on earth had I been waiting for me soundlessly outside all the time. Had I never given them a glance during my moral existence and remained unenlightened even on my deathbed, the lamp would have triumphed. But the moon would always have been there, silent and sweet smiling, neither concealing nor advertising her presence.(Letters from Rabindranath.)
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