བུ་མོ་སྙོམས་པར་ཞུགས་ན་ནི་ཁོ་བོས་གྲངས་ཤེས་ཀྱི་སྙོམས་པར་མ་ཞུགས་ན་ནི་མི་ཤེས་སོ། །
“Reverend Mahāmaudgalyāyana,” said the girl, “in just an instant of meditative equipoise, a tathāgata knows every thought of every sentient being of the past, present, and future, throughout the great trichiliocosm of world systems as numerous as the grains of sand of the Ganges River—not to mention the mere number of sentient beings included in just a single world system of the trichiliocosm.
Light, Reality, Assembly