Only he whose hands are steady on the steering wheel of his mind and body and is in full control of his desires, can carry the wisdom's mark on his forehead. To such an enlightened mind, the darkness of the night glows like a sunlit day, dark ignorance yielding to bright knowledge. Nothing can hoodwink his all-perceiving eyes. A genuine saint is such a man blessed by the Gods. Like the deep sea, he absorbs an insurgent flood but does not let its shore-line be deflected. It welcomes rivers from all directions but is not overwhelmed by them