Once an ascetic thinker was taken to a variety show in New York, where there were all sorts of dances and acts and different amusements; and the one who took him there was eager to find out what his opinion about it was and said to him, "This must disgust you, a contemplative person, to come and see this nonsense going on on the stage." He replied, "No, never. How can it be disgusting? Is it not my Krishna who is playing there?"