He knew he had broken a sacred rule. He had used the divine secret for violence. He would have to perform penance for the rest of his life.
Vedavyasacharya did not stop. His voice rose into a keening Ugabhoga – a free-form, melodic cry. “You wanted the secret, Sahib. The secret is this: Time is a serpent that eats its own tail. And you are but a fly on its skin.” secret book telugu
He hobbled up the cellar steps into the dawn. The Suprabhatam chants were drifting from the main temple. A priest saw his pale face. He knew he had broken a sacred rule