If all the eighteen loads of vegetation became fruits, and the growing grass became sweet rice; if I were able to stop the sun and the moon in their orbits and hold them perfectly steady - even then, I would worship and adore You, and my longing to chant Your Praises would not decrease.

-Granth Sahib

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