The one who is conscious of his receptacle of life, he is able to empty the capacity he has and give a chance for the life of another person to reflect upon it. He does it by focussing upon the life of another, and by that he covers the past, present and future. Only he has to make the camera stand in the right place. It is exactly like photography. The plate is there; it is clear because he is able to empty his own capacity; and the black cloth which the photographer puts over the camera and over his own head, is concentration. When man has mastered concentration, he becomes the photographer. He can use all the light upon one spot. It is all scientific when we understand it in that way. It becomes a puzzle when it is put before us as a mystery. All is mystery when we do not know it; when we know it, all is simple. The true seekers after truth are lovers of simplicity. The right road is simple, clear, distinct. There is nothing vague about it.