“It is a funny thing. A couple of races ago I was observing all the different qualities that the runners represent. If we combine all those qualities we get a perfect runner, with all the divine qualities that we need in the spiritual life.” As Sarvagata tells me this it is still the very early hours of an almost perfect day. There is a fresh breeze drifting coolly across the course from the West. The sun is rising up full and bright and promising, that at least for today, it will not burn and abuse the 12 runners who have lived under its hot gaze for so many days.