The crowds of men are like the old-world princes and the atmosphere around both is similar. Only buffoons and courtesans can play the tunes that they are paid for. The sublime Dante is always out of court here for he cannot please as others can. It is impossible for a true man to descend to these wretched levels. So the saint of Nam rapt in his visions of Beyond, living in the society of Immortals, flies for his very life from the crowds. And no one can understand why he so flies. “Better go and drown yourself in the flowing river, than come in rapport with men who are fractions of themselves,-the broken ones the Saktas.” -Kabir in Guru Granth