GLORY UNTO KRISHNA

ONCE I went to a certain place with Mathur Babu.
Many pundits came forward to argue with me. And
you know that I am a fool. The pundits saw that
strange mood of mine. When the conversation was
over, they said to me: "Sir, after hearing your
words, all that we have studied before, our
knowledge and scholarship, has proved to be mere
spittle. Now we realize that a man does not lack
wisdom if he has the grace of God." 'The fool
becomes wise and the mute eloquent.' Therefore I
say that a man does not become a scholar by the
mere study of books.
Yes, how true it is! How can a man who has the
grace of God lack knowledge? Look at me. 1 am
a fool. I do not know anything. Then who is it that
utters these words? The reservoir of knowledge of
God is inexhaustible. There are grain dealers at
Kamarpukur, When selling paddy, one man weighs
the grain on the scales and another man pushes it
to him from a heap. It is the duty of the second
man to keep a constant supply of grain on the
scales by pushing it from the big heap. It is the
same with my words. No sooner are they about to

run short than the Divine Mother sends a new
supply from Her inexhaustible storehouse of
knowledge.
You know I am a fool. I know nothing. Then who
is it that says all these things? Hers (Divine
Mother's) is the glory; we are only Her instruments.
Once Radha, to prove her chastity, carried on her
head a pitcher filled with water. The pitcher had a
thousand holes, but not a drop of water spilled.
People began to praise her, saying, "Such a chaste
woman the world will never see again!" Then
Radha said to them:
"Why do you praise me? Say, 'Glory unto Krishna!
Hail Krishna!' I am only His handmaid."