859. I wrote a book

```

I wrote a book on Satan.

He wanted to read my book

But unfortunately,

Time was hostile to him.

I wrote a book on man.

Man had the time

But

He did not care to read it.

Unfortunately, he did not want

To waste his precious time.

I wrote a book on God.

God immediately read it,

And then

He smiled and cried.

He smiled at my moon-white

Sincerity;

He cried at my sun-vast

Stupidity. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 18, Agni Press, 1974
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