a Man of Realisation may be seen amidst luxurious environments, fascinatingly rich, and surrounded by objects of pleasure. But since his inner equipments are rendered impotent, and since his ego has been transcended, the outer joys of the sense objects cannot add even a wee bit to the infinite Bliss of the sage. The fields of sensuality never disturb him as he has neither the sense of ‘doership’ nor ‘enjoyership’ in him.
