I shall tell you a story of my insolence that will interest you. Once I looked at my Murshid and there came to my restless mind a thought: "Why should a great soul such as my Murshid wear gold-embroidered slippers!" I checked myself at once; it was only a thought. It could never have escaped my lips; it was under control. But there, it was known. I could not cover my insolence with my lips; my heart was open before my Murshid as an open book. He instantly saw into it and read my thought. And do you know what answer he gave me? He said: "The treasures of the world are at my feet."