"[The charnel ground] was obscured by a dense and terrible pall of darkness, and its aspect was rendered awful by the ghastly flames from the burning of the funeral pyres, and it produced horror by the bones, skeletons and skulls of men that appeared in it. In it were present formidable ghosts and zombies, joyfully engaged in their horrible activity, and it was alive with the loud yells of jackals so that it seemed like a mysterious and tremendous form of Bhairava.”
Woman is the creator of the universe, the universe is Her form; Woman is the foundation of the world, She is the true form of the body. Whatever form She takes, whether the form of a man or a woman, is the superior form.
In Woman is the form of all things, of all that lives and moves in the world. There is no jewel rarer than Woman, no condition superior to that of a Woman.
There is not, nor has been, nor will be any destiny equal to that of a Woman; there is no kingdom, no wealth, to be compared with a Woman; there is not, nor has been, nor will be any holy place like unto a Woman.
There is not prayer equal to a Woman. There is not, nor has been, nor will be any yoga to compare with a Woman, no mystical formula nor asceticism to match a Woman.
There are not, nor have been, nor will be any riches more valuable than Woman.