WHY do I care where the Ganges meets the ocean? My desire is to allay my thirst. I store up in my heart for ever the lovely form of Vitthala. It is the butter that men want: who cares to store up butter-milk ? The mother gives the child a morsel conveniently to its mouth: the child need not be anxious. Let us sing and dance and perform rites of joy; alas! that I have not a fuller faith ! Tuka says, I am altogether one with God; why need I desire the future world?