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The craftsman himself is the operator of the sieve.
He sees filled with emotion, with his compassionate eyes the plain soil taken down. He touches the straight forward soil eagerly with auspicious hands.
And
becoming woundless is merry bodily as well as mentally. Then spontaneously words flow from his mouth:
"It is a peak state of uprightness and is a peak glory of softness ..... blessed!"
The soil gets cleaned, the soil gets enlightened,
but,
the expelled stone-pieces, somewhat justly, feel anger.
Silent Soil :: 45
