Sanatan Dharma or the Five Elementary Sacrifices of Ascetics The World-honoured spake: “Scatter not rice, But offer loving thoughts and acts to all; To parents as the East, where rises light; To teachers as the South, whence rich gifts come; To wife and children as the West, where gleam Colours of love and calm and all days end; To friends and kinsmen and all men as North; To humblest living things beneath, to Saints And Angels and the blessed Dead above; So that all evil be shut off, and so The six main quarters will be safely kept.  —The Light of Asia, Sir Edwin Arnold. The ‘‘freedom’’ and ‘‘modernities,’’ the ‘‘progress’’ and ‘‘truth’’ of these fellows are not ours. We have nothing in common with them. They wish for self-indulgence; we wish for work. They wish to drown consciousness in the unconscious; we wish to strengthen and enrich consciousness. They wish for evasive ideation and babble; we wish for attention, observation and knowledge. The true criterion by which true moderns may be recognized and distinguished from imposters calling themselves moderns may be this: whoever preaches absence of discipline is an enemy of progress; and whoever worships his ‘‘I’’ is an enemy to society. Society has for its first premise neighbourly love and capacity for self-sacrifice; and progress is the effect of an ever more rigorous subjugation of the beast in man, of an ever tenser self-restraint, an ever keener sense of duty and responsibility. The emancipation from which we are striving is of the judgement, not of the appetites. On the profoundly penetrating words of Scripture (Matt. V. 17) ‘‘Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or the prophets, I am not come to destroy, but to fulfill.”  —Degeneration, Max Nordau. Serene will be our days and bright And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light And joy its own security.  —‘Ode to Duty,’ Wordsworth. Vishnudas and his disciples returned before night fall. The next morning Vishnudas, his most accomplished disciples and Sarasvatichandra sat together. Vishnudas opened the conversation. ‘Navinchandraji, you declined to bow your head before Sri Yadunandan, but were ready to fall at the feet of Chandravali Maiya. What would your society have to say about that and you?’ Sarasvatichandra: ‘I have renounced that world and have found refuge in you. I am more curious to know your opinion. I bowed to the unseen soul of that pious mother, to her enlightened being and to her heart concealed in the powerful female form. My heart found that the most appropriate gesture, a sign of my devotion to her. The son’s soul instinctively bowed down to a mother’s soul. I bowed before one and not the other, the cause for which lies in this heart and in her light. Society regards men and women as separate; but I have forgotten all about these distinctions ever since I found refuge at your feet.’ Vishnudas: ‘Navinchandraji, the ascetic community of Yadu