With reverence, the sages sang praises to Viṣṇu, describing the vastness of his being. They spoke of how, with all their planets and stars, the divisions of time—kalās, kāṣṭhās, and muhūrtas—move under his governance. Every measure of time, from the smallest instant to the greater spans—months, fortnights, days and nights, the seasons, and the years—are all held within his order. The kalās, kāṣṭhās, the six months, and the six seasons too, all are restrained and guided by his will. The sages continued, declaring that Viṣṇu is present as the very mountains themselves: Meru, Mandara, Vindhya, Malaya, and Dardura. Among bows, he is Pināka; he is the essence of the supreme Sāṃkhya and Yoga. He is both contraction and expansion, the protector of all, and the eternal sacrifice itself. Of the Vedas, he is the Sāma Veda, complete in all its limbs and sub-divisions, embodying the great vow. They proclaimed that Viṣṇu produces the nectar that upholds the worlds. All existence—what is to be meditated upon and what is not, all that moves—finds its place in him. He is the sun, the turner of the ages, the ascetic, and the supreme ascetic. Among serpents, he is Ananta; among snakes, he is Takṣaka. He is the playful spirit within homes, the household deities that dwell within every dwelling. He is the body of lightning, the greatest brilliance among all things electric. He is faith itself, O Lord of the gods, the remover of faults, O Mādhava. He is Garuḍa, bearing the great-souled, the ultimate refuge. He is victory and triumph, and again, the household deities within homes. He is Bhaga, the sign of poison, the supreme, of the nature of the highest self. The sages pleaded, “O Lord of the worlds, you alone are worthy to rescue me, who am sunk.” They declared that whoever, firm in vow, recites this hymn to Keśava, will be blessed—a sonless man will obtain a son, a poor man may gain wealth. One should recite this hymn to the great-souled Mādhava at both twilights, for even if recited letter by letter, it will yield the intended result. Thus concludes the one hundred thirteenth chapter, named “The Hymn to Viṣṇu,” in the glorious Varāha Purāṇa. Then, as the blessed Varāha incarnation, the Lord was praised by sages skilled in mantras. Thereafter, Mādhava entered into deep and divine meditation. Out of devotion and love, the goddess Earth remained steadfast, and for her sake, Viṣṇu spoke, “I will support you, along with your mountains, forests, and groves.” Thus comforting the Earth, Mādhava assumed a form six thousand in height, and in breadth, three thousand. With his mighty left tusk, he seized the earth and lifted her up. Some trees, clinging to her, fell away, while others remained attached by their roots. The Earth, radiant as the pure moon, rested at the mouth of the Boar. Thus, as he bore her—the earth along with the oceans—he revealed that within her lies the very measure of time and the divisions of the ages. Then, from the earth, the imperishable Lord Viṣṇu, the blessed God, arose. The Earth, in the form of a cow, praised him—the ancient, supreme, and imperishable one. She asked, “O God, what is the nature of the support, and what is its proper use? What is the nature of the evening twilight, and what is it when it is half-external? O God, what is to be done in the establishment, invocation, and dismissal?” Thus, the story continues, with the Earth seeking wisdom from the eternal Lord, who had uplifted her from the depths.