In this book the author makes the abstract Vedanta living. He does this brilliantly by lifting a purely idolatrous, anthropomorphic concept of godhead, particularly Indian, to an ideal of universal significance, and explains how the awakening of little of Mother-worship can transform the entire world beyond recognition, take women to the highest pinnacle of their glory, make men more sublime, truthful and kind-hearted, and this world itself a better place for living, free of all tension and petty bickering.
May I be born again and again, and suffer thousands of miseries so that I may worship the only God that exists, the only God I believe in, the sum total of all souls--and, above all, my God the wicked, my God the miserable, my God the poor of all races, of all species, is the special object of my worship.
-Swami Vivekananda
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