The street hawker goes all around the town carrying his pots of good curd and milk screaming at the top of his voice, but nobody comes forward to buy his goods. Illicit liquor is sold away from the public eye, in seclusion and hiding. But everyone from the town manages to locate that place and queues up to buy it. Likewise, when we ask everybody to chant the blissful Divine Names, nobody comes forward. On the other hand, people run after vices like gambling, drinking and the like. It is a weird world indeed!
– Sant Kabirdas