There is story of a dervish. A young man met this dervish and was very interested in deep and wonderful talk with dervish. Said, "Would so much like to see again". "Yes, can I?" "Where?" "In village not far." "Where?" "There is little place near village." "Name?" "Is called the place of liars." Amazed man spoke such words of truth in place of liars. Did not think much, went asking for place. No one knew where place of liars. Understand about dervish near graveyard. First question ask was, "What did make you say place of liars?" Said, "I will show place of liars, come". And he said, "Now look here, here is the grave of a general, was called a general when lived. Here grave of the slave, who was slave when lived. King, crown, and throne, priest, greatest at that time, where are all? Buried under stone, that is the end." Were they not liars? Did not tell a lie? Did they not play life? When we are able to play life, death too. By playing death the eyes become open; the soul which becomes captive by the folding of the eyes, that soul begins to soar upwards once the eyes are unfolded.