... Initially, I had no interest in India or in what is called spirituality, whether Western or Eastern. I was weary of religions, taboos, constricting morals, as well as the taste for the occult. I have never searched for a substitute for the religion of my birth, whose tyranny I felt with bitterness. As soon as I discovered India, I was enchanted by the beauty of its people, its climate and trees, its rice fields which, like mirrors, reflect the heavy monsoon clouds, by the strong, muscular, naked peasants who crowd every corner of the landscape, by the agile bulls adorned with golden horns that, with dancing gait, cheerfully pull multi-colored chariots. And it was only gradually that I made contact with the ways of thinking, feeling and living that reveal the profound nature of its people...