This verse taken from Isa Upanishad discusses the paradoxical nature of reality: it is transcendent and immanent; it has both the centrifugal and centripetal forces that determine the underlying unity and diversity of the world. The motion of the world works over the firm grip of perpetual stability. Unity of elements is the eternal truth of things, and diversity is its colorful play. The play is neither light nor trivial, but it becomes light and trivial when divorced from its fundamental unity. This stanza “speaks” much about the Mahabharata (the known) and the Self (the knower) and the essential unity between them and the necessity of diverse play in their partnership. The Mahabharata is so far – it is the timeless past, the ancient past – and yet it is so near, and like a mirror, reflects everything that is immediate and close. It is the “grand story of India” (Maha means great and Bharata is the Sanskrit name for India), and yet can talk to various tales from different lands – those faraway tales and the current emerging ones. It is about a set of cousins feuding over a piece of land, and often likened to the ongoing conflict between Israel and Palestine.