It’s all so vast! What is this endless cosmic manifestation of spacetime? Does it have a purpose? Does it mean anything? How do I fit into spacetime—me, this tiny being? Am I a blade of grass to bloom and wither in one season?… Enter A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami (we call him Swamiji) in the particular solar cycle of earth named 1967. Enter the wise man from the ancient East, librarian for this huge collection of all knowledge he calls the Vedas. He reads us these books (“Just you try to follow”), teaches us the language to read them ourselves, introduces our inquiring minds to the Author Himself (“He is Krishna, the Supreme Personality”), and explains to our full satisfaction the “mysterious force that sways the constellations.”