Govinda as husband, Govinda as the one to whom the bride is given: different names, but one and the same. They gave Him two names but imagined Him coming and going between homes. They would go and come between their households, carrying provisions from one place to the other. Upon reflection, all this coming and going is false. They showed the world a lovely appearance. The world takes life seriously; those women played at life as make-believe. They performed mock-auspicious ceremonies, pretending to arrange marriages among themselves. The in-laws, brothers, husbands, sons-in-law: all these roles were filled by the One alone. Whatever they offered, whatever rituals they performed, all the offerings, ceremonies, and pleasures went to the one Narayana. The entire household was a beautiful pretense. In-laws and brothers were make-believe. Says Tuka, they knew what was truly different. Their so-called married life was a knowing game. They fashioned everything from clay: pots, vessels, cooking utensils. They played as man and woman, naming things in playful sport. They played as worldly folk do, but their joy was nothing like the world's. They knew within themselves that their play was an illusion. 'We are playing; we are not really man and woman.' Therefore there was no confusion or desire among them. They knew, 'We are all one.' Therefore they played without any inhibition. They did not know, by Hari's grace, who was who or what they were playing. They did not know what they ate or why they kept company. They did not know how this taste came to their mouths. They had no taste for anything else, yet no sense of modesty about it. They cared nothing for distinctions of caste or status. They held to whatever came, without any self-consciousness. They did not listen to outsiders' words. Hari was seated in their hearts and minds. Says Tuka, in those whose hearts Hari has entered, mothers and fathers are not even loved.