So now, just like every other yogi, or monk, renunciate, the Master Mahavira... He went to another village called Kalambuka. Two brothers, Megh and Kalahasti, ruled this village, the chiefs of the village, the two brothers. They saw the two, Master Mahavira and His companion, come to their village. They suspected that they were thieves or some bad robbers or something. "Tying them with ropes." Oh, this is the younger brother, tied them both up and beat them up to get information, to get them to confess. "They were produced before Megh," the elder brother, "who felt as if he was looking at a known face." So, "He suddenly recalled that once he had seen Prince Vardhaman at the court of King Siddhartha." So, "He fell at the feet of Mahavira and, with tears of repentance in his eyes, he begged to be forgiven." "When released, Mahavira resumed His journey." I wanted to cry myself. Oh humans. My God, when will they ever wake up? Even when I went outside doing lectures for the public, I thought, "Oh, of course, they understand everything." But no, it's not true. Otherwise, the whole world would have woken up by now, would have followed me, my teaching by now. And we would have no more wars, even individual wars, even killing of animals, any problems of any kind.