"Within him is fire, within him is drink, within him both Earth and Heaven. He is the sun which views the whole world, he is indeed light itself - the long-haired ascetic. Girded by the wind, they have donned ocher mud for a garment. So soon as the Gods have entered within them, they follow the wings of the wind, these silent ascetics. 'Intoxicated,' they say, 'by our austerities, we have taken the winds for our steeds. You ordinary mortals here below see nothing except our bodies.' He flies through midair, the silent ascetic, beholding the forms of all things. To every God he has made himself a friend and collaborator. Ridden by the wind, companion of its blowing, pushed along by the Gods, he is at home in both seas, the East and the West - this silent ascetic."