Trailing clouds of glory we come says the poet. Not all of us come as trailing clouds of glory however , some of us come as trailing black fogs , there can be no question about that .But every one of us comes into this world to fight , as on a battlefield .We come here weeping to fight our way , as well as we can , and to make a path for ourselves through this infinite ocean of life, forward we go , having long ages behind us and an immense expand beyond.So we go on , till death comes and takes us off the field – victorios or defeated , we do not know , and this is MAYA [ILLUSION]---Swami Vivekananda
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