One woman-born man comes and touches a whole people with the spark of his genius and raises them at once to be supermen. Heaven vibrates in the voice of grass-cutters. Learning sits at the feet of the unlettered men of despised caste-origins, who were exalted to sainthood by the Master. Only seeking to be submerged in the great depths of Truth that shone once in the Guru-lit Nam-encaptured eyes of the Disciples of the Guru. Genius comes down to earth from its hidden heights wherever might be its natural home, and breathes in the features of common men. They were veritable God-men whom neither steel cuts nor fire burns. They were spirits, their bodies were but the shadows of a forgotten past and in these bodies, mere shadows, moving on the mounds of Anandpur, the future type of a completed man faintly glimmered with universal hopes