leads to a contradiction in terms. There are dozens of ways of showing 
that if you begin 'A is A,' you end 'A is not A.' The mind reacts against this 
conclusion; it anaesthetises itself against the self—inflicted wound, and it 
regulates philosophy to the category of paradoxial tricks. But that is a 
cowardly and disgraceful attitude. The Yogi has got to face the fact that 
we are all raving lunatics; that sanity exists—if it exists at all—in a mental 
state free from dame's school rules of intellect. 
     With an earnest personal appeal, therefore, to come up frankly to the 
mourners' bench and gibber, I will take my leave of you for this evening. 
  
Love is the law, love under will.