Like the prince who has fallen into a den of robbers and is growing up in their company, the soul of man has not recognised yet its true dignity and identity. Though the boy does not know, he is nevertheless the prince, whether he is in the palace or in the robbers' cave. Very often, he gets intimations of his real status, a longing for the joy that is his heritage, a call from his innermost depths to escape and assume his real role. That is the hunger that gnaws, the thirst that torments the individual. You are all princes caught in the robbers' den.
- Baba -