The nearest to the frog, then, in these aspects is a true Mahatma in his physical habit and behaviour in life.
If he is a true one, he lives away from crowd in some unknown valley of the Himalaya-s and lives there in meditation reveling himself upon himself; these men of perfection in their self-centred seclusion live all alone the life meditation : by themselves in themselves.
During the rainy season ( Caturmasya ) they come out into the world to roar the Truth, which would certainly sound crude and rough to men of sensuousness and materialism.
The Seers know not how to sing melodious songs of sentimental poetry or emotional music.
They only know how to declare the Truth, unpolished and effeminate-ness, Truth in its native beauty and expression may sound as the croaking of a Frog!
But during the weeping days of rain, on the noisy days of rumbling thunder and in the still hours of threatened storms, this croaking of the frogs-in-life ( meaning the Truth --- croaking of prophets and Seers ) has certainly, an unlimited charm and solace.
To be continued ...