Acharya Prashant responds to the question of what a "realized mystic" is by humorously stating that it is someone about whom you read, get attracted, and then come here. He quotes, "Without a realized mystic, there is no love," implying that the questioner would not have come without this attraction. He jests that to attract more people, one would need to be a "supremely realized mystic." He asserts that all minds are the same and questions if the attendees would be present without the center and all its arrangements. The speaker explains that he has been speaking for years, and just like the questioner, others are the same. A little bit of pomp and show has gathered a small crowd, and if he were to increase it, fairs would be held. He reiterates that all minds are alike. A "realized mystic" will become an "enlightened mystic," and he humorously adds, "Enlightenment will also be brought by your Faizal." He clarifies that the core of the matter is the mind. He uses an analogy of a sick person whose illness is that he does nothing without greed. To take such a person to a doctor, one must use greed as a lure. The speaker identifies the questioner as this sick person, whom he does not want to leave as he is, because the person himself is calling out to be saved. He points out that "him" refers to the questioner and all of humanity, which cannot be left in its state. The illness itself must be used as the method for treatment. Addressing the point that not everyone accepted figures like Ram, Krishna, or Buddha, Acharya Prashant says, "I am the one who remembers nothing." He explains that humans repeatedly make the same mistakes, proving they don't remember their past. He questions the relevance of discussing historical figures when one is not aware of the present. He emphasizes looking at the world as it is now. He states, "I am who you are," but notes that this simple truth does not satisfy the human need for complexity and grand sagas. What is directly apparent is not seen; a dream is needed instead. He concludes that the simple statement, "What you are, I am," does not bring assurance. The mind needs a grand story. Until there are miracles, big talks, and metaphysical magic, the mind does not consider the words worth listening to. He jests that if he were to pull a rabbit out of thin air, a fair would gather, but what he has brought forth without such tricks remains unseen.