And so, in that Greek letter that looks like a shack with a corrugated tin roof, in that elusive, irrational number with which scientists try to unde… - Yann Martel

I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal.

The truth of life is that Brahman is no different from atman, the spiritual force within us, what you might call the soul.

I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.