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I am the Soul
man down to his bones, but with a bright face. Soft eyes and detachment. But proud Alexander's eyes could not notice this. He spoke with great arrogance, "Saint! Come along with me to my country! I shall take you!"
"Why? What will you do with me there?"
"Ah! Look at my powers! You are lying here naked, there is nothing with you! Come with me, I shall keep you like a King. Come, I shall make you happy."
"Hark! I have seen such power. Its lowliness could not attract me. Let matters be! You proceed, I do not want to come!"
Alexander was angered at hearing this. 'Such guts, to speak before me! A nobody making such arguments! How can I bear this? Such is this saint?' He spoke in anger, "Saint! I do not wish to hear anything! Come with me!”
"And if I don't?"
Then beware! There will be sorry repercussions. Don't you see this sword of mine? It spares no body."
And the saint started laughing. He laughed and laughed. Alexander was surprised. 'Whoa! This fellow faces death and can still laugh! An unknown person stands before him with a sword and he has no fear! Even courageous warriors turn pale at the sight of death. Even one who has killed many becomes helpless in the face of death. And this frail saint, who might fall off if I just pushed him, is laughing.' Alexander, mellowed down a bit, and asked, "Why do you laugh? Are you not scared of death?"
"No. Whoever you may be, however your sword may be, it cannot kill me.'
"What! Are you made of something special that my sword cannot kill you?"
"No, its not that I am made of something different. But the 'I' in me cannot be killed. Yes, you might hurt this body, cut it into pieces, but what do you kill in it? I do not die because the body dies!"
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