Whatever enters fire becomes fire itself. What remains of its former name and nature? When iron touches the philosopher's stone, it too becomes an ornament to the world. When rivers and streams merge into the Ganga, they all become the Ganga. By the fragrance of sandalwood, the neighboring tree becomes sandalwood through mere contact. Says Tuka, having clung to the feet of the saints, there is no room left for any sense of separateness.