"Where the world is awake, there the man of self-control is sleeping. Where the world sleeps, there he is waking." May even the dust of the world never touch you, for, after all the poets may say, it is only a piece of carrion covered over with garlands. Touch it not — if you can. Come up, young ones of the bird of Paradise, before your feet touch the cesspool of corruption, this world, and fly upwards.
- Swami Vivekananda
541 DEARBORN AVENUE, CHICAGO, 26th June, 1894
Carrion: The dead and putrefying body or flesh of an animal; flesh so corrupted as to be unfit for food.