Sciences, philosophies, and arts are like huge mountains of importance to humanity. All of them are clustered at the roots of the Vedas, whose peaks soar high in the far distance.
If all the mountains of the Vedas — even the enormous spire called Mahābhārata, with its golden summit called Bhagavad-Gītā — combined along with all their foothills of arts and sciences to create a single, monumental height, that mountain would merely be a hill standing in the shadow of the limitless enormity that is Śrīmad Bhāgavatam.
This gorgeous mountain, Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, is resplendent with parks, lakes and terraces created by the divine goddesses who reside upon it, bearing names like Bṛhad-bhāgavatāmṛta, Bhakti-rasāmṛta Sindhu, Bhāgavata-sandarbha, Sārārtha-darśinī, and Bhaktivedānta Purports. The butterflies and bees who flutter amidst these parks on Mt. Bhāgavata are constantly intoxicated with enlightening joy. No one can reach high enough to touch their feet.