(1911,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:34','2021-11-23 17:58:34','<html xmlns:v=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml\"\r\nxmlns=\"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40\">\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; \">\r\n<title>OBSERVATIONS AND NOTES</title>\r\n\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n12.7pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\'>OBSERVATIONS AND\r\nNOTES<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:12.7pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style=\'text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n15.35pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\"mso-bidi-font-size:\r\n12.0pt; font-weight:700\">Ob<span style=\"mso-bidi-font-style:italic\">servations<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>I</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">GRACE is the Divine made earthly and human. And that is our Mother.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n5.0pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The Mother\'s body was not meant to give us, to\r\nmake a gift to us of a transformed human body, for our contemplation, our\r\ndelectation. It had a more serious purpose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">It was to furnish the material stuff for the\r\nmanifestation, the incarnation of the subtle Divine body preparing behind.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">. Humanity in its present embodied manifestation cannot be immediately\r\nchanged, transmuted into the supramental body. That body must descend or reveal\r\nitself or clothe itself with a new material substance. That new material substance\r\nwas being prepared in the Mother\'s body which was the workshop, as it were, for\r\nthe Divine body.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">She has been building in this way not only a\r\npersonal body of her own, the new Divine body, but also a \'generic\' body for\r\nhumanity at large out of which other <span style=\'font-family:\"Arial Narrow\";\r\nmso-bidi-font-family:\"Arial Narrow\"\'>personal bodies </span>may be\r\nprecipitated into the material forms of the material world - the two forming\r\nbut one indivisible act.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:10.55pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>The body that\r\nis being divinised can never suffer deterioration, neither in respect of its\r\nsubstance nor of its func<span class=GramE>tionings</span>.\r\n<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:10.55pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\nmso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\'>Page – 33<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:14.4pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:10.55pt\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">There can only be a re-orientation or\r\ntransforming of the cells and of their functions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:12pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Medicine in Mother\'s body is not for changing the\r\nbody - helping its metabolism, but for the body to change the medicines so that\r\nthese may acquire new properties. Indeed all that her body takes in, even as <span\r\nclass=GramE>food,</span> tends to undergo this divine chemical change. This\r\nforms another line of the process of transformation of Matter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.75pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The Mind has been set aside, the vital withdrawn:\r\nthe intermediary worlds do no longer interfere. The mere Matter, the Body, is\r\nnow face to face with the Supramental (the Supreme).</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">One can be in contact with <span class=GramE>Her</span>\r\nonly through one\'s soul: even then the soul under the light or influence of the\r\nsupramental has to refound or recreate its instruments once more – in the mind\r\nand vital the and the body – to be able to manifest and incarnate the new\r\nsupramental revelation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Mother\'s response to a prayer:</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&quot;I am always with \r\nyou I shall never fail you\r\nin prosperity or in adversity, even when you sink\r\n<st1:time Minute=\"0\" Hour=\"1\">I\r\n am</st1:time> with you I sink with you: I do not stand on the shore and\r\nmerely look at you from a distance. I sink with you, I<st1:time Minute=\"0\"\r\nHour=\"1\"> am</st1:time> in you: for I <span class=GramE>am</span> you.&quot;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Keep your temperament always equal and happy: your<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\'>Page – 34<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:12.95pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span class=GramE>consciousness</span> will taste sweet to the Mother.\r\nElse, if you have a wry and embittered temperament, the consciousness will\r\nnaturally taste bitter to the Mother.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">II</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Do not look with greedy eyes upon what others\r\npossess, if you do not want to lose even that which you possess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n5.25pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Reduce the whole consciousness to the zero-point \r\nto the zero of consciousness, not the zero of unconsciousness. Then only the\r\npositive term, the Divine Consciousness, will begin to form.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.3pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The Divine Force does not act in vacuo. Here it\r\nacts in the midst of teeming ignorances: so the net result is at best half and\r\nhalf which is the present world.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.3pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.55pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The lesser half must know how to integralise itself\r\nin order that the Fullness may be full here below.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.55pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:3.1pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">At a point one must go beyond strivings.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Do not strive or struggle, there must be no tension\r\nor tautness, it should be all relaxation.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Tranquillise yourself. Allow the <span class=GramE>Other</span>\r\nto take your own<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 35<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:12.7pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.15in\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span class=GramE>place</span>. Leave it all to <span class=GramE>That</span>.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:15.1pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>This too is\r\nnot achieved but simply happens – through the Grace.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:15.1pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&quot;Wherever\r\nyou see hope, faith, courage, trust and tranquillity, there you will see <span\r\nclass=GramE>Me</span>.&quot;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:12pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:12pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Good rarely becomes better, bad easily becomes\r\nworse. <i> <span class=GramE>Facile descensus </span><st1:place><span\r\n class=GramE>Arno</span></st1:place><span class=GramE>.</span></i><span\r\nstyle=\'mso-bidi-font-style:italic\'><o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:italic\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Suffering is the ransom paid by the Spirit for\r\nNature\'s Ignorance.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Of all beings man is the most suffering. Animal\'s\r\nis the physical suffering alone while man has a threefold suffering: (I)\r\nphysical (adhibhautika), (2) psychological (adhidaivika), (3)\r\nspiritual (aidhyatmika) – the spiritual suffering is the most\r\npainful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Face the difficulty that is come to <span\r\nclass=GramE>you,</span> face it at once without delay. Try to resolve it then\r\nand there. If you avoid it, set it aside, it will come back to you with an\r\ninexorable insistence and a power infinitely greater. The difficulty will be\r\nmuch more difficult and the solution infinitely more painful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:3.1pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Chastity (in woman particularly) does not mean\r\nfaithfulness to one person (as it is generally supposed in <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>).\r\nIt<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 36<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:13.2pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span class=GramE>is</span> not a physical act but an inner condition.\r\nEven as tapasya does not mean physical austerities, it is a mode of being, a\r\nmovement of the consciousness.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Chastity is freedom from the physical and vital\r\nobsession, a natural and spontaneous self-control, in a pure ingathered\r\nsteadiness.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>The behaviour of\r\nothers towards you will be correct in so far as your behaviour towards them is\r\ncorrect.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>You cannot\r\nchange the opinion of people by a counter <span class=GramE>opinion,</span> you\r\nhave to change it by a counter-fact.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Learn to\' encircle your pain with the golden ring of a smile.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.55pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:13.5pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n11.0pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Bad thoughts act always instantaneously and the\r\neffects tend to become as bad as possible. Good thoughts remain inoperative,\r\nalmost barren, <span class=GramE>even</span> like the beautiful and ineffectual\r\nangel spoken of by Mathew Arnold, beating in the void his luminous wings in\r\nvain.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">For good thoughts seldom have a vital basis, they\r\nare merely mental. While bad thoughts have this basis; indeed, they spring from\r\nthat source.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n5.0pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:right 285.35pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The height and the depth\r\nare of equal measure; they have the same\r\ndistance to <span class=GramE>travel,</span> only the direction is different.\r\nIn mathematical jargon, the tensor is the same, the vector different.<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:right 285.35pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\nmso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Page – 37<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:12.95pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:right 285.35pt\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">If you fall to any depth, you can rise to the same\r\nheight. </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:13.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">God has fallen from the Supreme Consciousness down\r\ninto the abyss of inconscience: he is rising to the same peak with a new\r\nvictory.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:3.1pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The destiny of man is governed and worked out by a\r\nPower beyond human calculation. That Power is dynamic today to a degree unknown\r\nheretofore. We have only to give ourselves up in the hands of that Power, allow\r\nit to act in us and around us - recognise its action and be grateful to the\r\nDivine Providence. That is the only way to deliverance out of this present\r\nturmoil. <span style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:bold\'>In </span>that way <span\r\nclass=GramE>lies</span> our utmost happiness and the supreme achievement.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n5.25pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">There is a core of tears in mortal things, said a\r\nRoman poet. There is a core of immortality in mortal things, says an Indian\r\nRishi.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">There is so much pain and suffering in the world.\r\nHow can the world bear it? <span class=GramE>Because there is a perennial\r\nspring of delight behind.</span> Each moment\'s pain is being washed away each\r\nmoment by the upsurge of the healing waters of delight.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n10.55pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:bold\'>III<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:10.55pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.05pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Do not say: &quot;The load is too heavy for\r\nme&quot;; say rather: &quot;I have not yet learnt the way how to bear it.&quot;<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:\r\n12.0pt;\'>Page – 38<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;text-indent:2.6pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:3.8pt;mso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Moral idealism has not the necessary effective\r\npower. What is required is the Truth of the Spirit.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.5pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">It is no longer the Age of Reason. That age has\r\npassed: it is dead and gone. One should be ashamed now of professing\r\nscepticism, agnosticism as the hallmark of culture and enlightenment or the\r\naristocracy of the intellect. This is the age of the luminous faith and vision –\r\nthe age of the Third Eye.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:11.25pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Falsehood is\r\nnot the negation of Truth: it is the imitation of Truth, aping the Truth: it is\r\nthe caricature of Truth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The World is false not because it is non-existent,\r\nbut because it exists in a wrong form. It is Maya, where the rope is taken for\r\na snake.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Falsehood is Truth distorted <span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Arial Narrow\";mso-bidi-font-family:\"Arial Narrow\"\'>(</span>Vrjinam<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Arial Narrow\";mso-bidi-font-family:\"Arial Narrow\"\'>) </span>–\r\nit is Truth but the life taken out of it, it is dead Truth and a wrong life put\r\ninto it, it becomes Evil Truth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Do not criticise, unless you know how to remedy\r\nthe error you criticise.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.3pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Whenever there is an impulse in you to speak of\r\nthe dark side of a thing, halt then and there, hold back and try to find the\r\nbright side, the complementary aspect – there is always a golden line edging\r\nthe darkest cloud.<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:\r\n12.0pt;\'>Page – </span><font size=\"2\">39</font></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Kindle not the Flame with the wet faggot of\r\ndesire-energy. It evokes more smoke than light. Seek the Pure Consciousness\r\nabiding behind; that alone can bring out the pure light and strongest energy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Any affirmation made by the mind and the senses as\r\nthey are at present constituted must be suspected: it is bound to be altogether\r\nwrong or very partial and inadequate. Observe and wait for it to pass through\r\nthe crucible of later experiences - invoking all the while the higher light to\r\ndescend and intervene.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:3.1pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>It is much\r\neasier to counter the bad will of the enemy than to butt the good will of the\r\nfriends.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>But the Divine\r\nknows how to circumvent all and turn everything to His own use in whatever guise\r\nit may appear.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n5.25pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:10.55pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>If the\r\nKnowledge is not supported by the Will, the Know ledge also gets veiled\r\ngradually.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:10.55pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Likewise the\r\nWill too gets unsteady if it has not the light of Knowledge in it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:10.55pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Both together\r\nform the twin Ashwins of the Veda who draw safely the chariot of the perfect\r\nhuman adhara.<o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n3.8pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Modern Knowledge\r\nspeaks even of anti-matter which is the basis or beginning of a new creation of\r\nmatter.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>With the\r\ndissolution all around of the existing things, are we at that momentous\r\ncritical point when the past fades<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:\r\n12.0pt;\'>Page – 40<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:12.95pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span class=GramE>into</span> oblivion ushering in a new dawn of creation\r\n– turning the world as it were on a reverse gear?</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:2.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n7.9pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.55pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">A Power, a Presence has come down near to us upon\r\nearth and is moulding infallibly the earth-substance into something which it\r\nhas been always aspiring for but has never attained till now in an appreciable\r\ndegree. Today the possibility is an actuality before us.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:10.55pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">We have assembled here so that each individual\r\ncontributing his mite of sincerity and efficiency, a combined endeavour may\r\ncreate a wide and secure opening for the new Power and Presence to come to its\r\nown and possess a home in the material life here below.<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 41<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'><i\r\nstyle=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'><a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></i></b></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-08_Observations','','publish','closed','open','','08_observations','','','2021-11-23 17:58:34','2021-11-23 17:58:34','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/08_observations/',0,'post','',0),(1912,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:34','2021-11-23 17:58:34','<html xmlns:v=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml\"\r\nxmlns=\"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40\">\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; \">\r\n<title>The Ashram, the World and The Individual*</title>\r\n\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"right\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%;margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b>The Ashram, the World and <span class=GramE>The</span> Individual*<o:p></o:p></b></p>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><b><i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></i></b></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">M<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>OTHER</span> told us long ago that our\r\nAshram is an epitome of <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>.\r\nIt represents all that is good in <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nand also all that is bad – all the bad qualities, her <span class=GramE>weaknesses,\r\nall that</span> is crooked and false, dark and obscure. And the Ashram, being a\r\nconcentrated <span class=GramE>centre</span> of all that, represents them in a\r\nspecially intense form.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Now the pressure from above has come to change and\r\nfor that purpose all the dark points, all that is to be changed and rejected,\r\nhave been exposed. They have been exposed everywhere – <span class=GramE>in <span\r\nstyle=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;</span>the Ashram and also outside the Ashram,\r\nin the country in general the same defects and weaknesses, the same wrong\r\nmovements.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:12.45pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">In <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>,\r\nin the bigger field, the government is trying to check and control these\r\nmovements by external means: to some extent it is necessary and so the Central\r\nAuthority has been given that strength and capacity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:11.25pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">But the Ashram was made to be a conscious\r\ncollective centre where these things should and must change from within, not\r\nunder external compulsion, and that is why the Ashram was not given an\r\nauthority strong enough to dominate or control them. Here, the change should\r\nbe conscious and, as I said, from within.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">And each one of us who are here in the Ashram is in turn</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:7.9pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.35pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<font size=\"2\">* Report of a private talk with Sri Nolini Kanta\r\nGupta on <st1:date Year=\"1976\" Day=\"9\" Month=\"9\">9 September, 1976</st1:date>.</font><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 26</span><span style=\'font-size:\r\n10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:blue\'><o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span class=GramE>an</span> epitome of the Ashram and all the good and\r\nbad elements and movements are in one way or other represented in him – even <span\r\nstyle=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;</span>in the best ones the wrong movements can cast\r\na shadow. So it is a task for everyone especially the so-called ‘best’ ones,\r\nthat is, those who are more conscious, to detect and reject and change all that\r\nis wrong and false and develop all that is true and good, and thereby to change\r\nor help to change the very elements in Ashram-atmosphere as well as outside:\r\nthat is the only solution and the only remedy – to cure the ills\r\nindividually, personally in one\'s own consciousness. Then only a conscious\r\ncollective consciousness can grow and develop in the Ashram with all these living\r\nand conscious units or cells and thereby change its own condition as well as\r\nthe condition of <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nand also the condition of the world.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:12.45pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">I say all this in view of the hard core, the\r\nstrong seed that has to be formed out of which will sprout the future new\r\ncreation. A centre should become such a seed, at least at its own centre, its\r\nown inmost centre; it must develop this inmost centre, its kernel, its living\r\nsoul.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:12.95pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Mother also said that as India is a representative\r\nor an epitome of the world, – just<span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp; </span>in the\r\nsame <span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;</span>way as the Ashram is the epitome of\r\nIndia and each individual in his turn an epitome of the Ashram, – the\r\nworld-problems will have to be solved in India. For <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nhas the capacity and is destined to do so. When <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nsolves her problems the world also will find its problems practically solved.\r\nAnd the Ashram is expected to show the way to the solution of <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region>\'s\r\nproblems. Can the Ashram rise up to play its role? At least that was the\r\nMother\'s intention. It all depends upon its individual members.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:.15in;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Of course, we must remember, Mother\'s help is\r\nalways there.<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 27<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-pagination:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b><i>\r\n	<a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></i></b></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-06_The Ashram,the world and the Individual','','publish','closed','open','','06_the-ashramthe-world-and-the-individual','','','2021-11-23 17:58:34','2021-11-23 17:58:34','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/06_the-ashramthe-world-and-the-individual/',0,'post','',0),(1913,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:34','2021-11-23 17:58:34','<html>\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<title>Modern Poets</title>\r\n<meta name=\"generator\" content=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body bgcolor=\"white\" text=\"black\" link=\"blue\" vlink=\"purple\" alink=\"red\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>Modern \r\nPoets</b></p>\r\n		<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n<div align=\"right\">\r\n    <table border=\"1\" width=\"100%\">\r\n        <tr>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#1\">1</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#2\">2</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#3\">3</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#4\">4</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#5\">5</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#6\">6</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#7\">7</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#8\">8</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#9\">9</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#10\">10</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#11\">11</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#12\">12</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#13\">13</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#14\">14</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#15\">15</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#16\">16</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#17\">17</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#18\">18</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#19\">19</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#20\">20</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#21\">21</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#22\">22</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n            <td width=\"27\">\r\n                <p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"#23\">23</a></p>\r\n            </td>\r\n        </tr>\r\n    </table>\r\n</div>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a name=\"1\"></a><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/118.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"378\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 118</span></p>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; 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margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#5\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a name=\"5\"></a><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/122.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"468\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 122</span></p>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#6\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; 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margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#11\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a name=\"11\"></a><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/128.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"529\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 128</span></p>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#12\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; 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margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#14\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a name=\"14\"></a><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/131.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"558\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 131</span></p>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#15\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; 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margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#17\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a name=\"17\"></a><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/134.GIF\" width=\"360\" height=\"570\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 134</span></p>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#Up\" title=\"Top\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_up.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Top\"></a> \r\n  <a href=\"Modern-Poets.htm#18\" title=\"Down\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/anired02_down.gif\" width=\"10\" height=\"10\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Down\"></a></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; 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\">\r\n<title>THY GRACE</title>\r\n\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/78.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"605\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page \r\n- 78</span></p>\r\n<hr class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center;\">\r\n<p align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b\r\nstyle=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>THY GRACE</b></p>\r\n		<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>THY Grace I pray for, a\r\nMother,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.3in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Within my\r\nheart,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Thy fadeless light</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span\r\nclass=GramE>Upon my life\'s pathway.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>O Infinite! O Eternal!</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Golden image of love!</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>With Thy moonglow</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Make my night blameless.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>I pray for thy grace, a\r\nMother,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span\r\nclass=GramE>Within my heart.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>A new music lights festive\r\nlamps</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.3in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Upon the\r\nstainless sky,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>The cry of Thy flute</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.3in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span\r\nclass=GramE>Weaves it into the sands of earth.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Creation\'s brush</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Draws its\r\nheavenly callygraph</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span\r\nclass=GramE>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In deathless dawnings.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Awake! <span class=GramE>awake</span>!\r\n<span class=GramE>my</span> Dream-Queen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>O Mother, I pray for Thy\r\nGrace</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span\r\nclass=GramE>Within my heart.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:3.5in;text-align:center;text-indent:\r\n.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>Robi Gupta</b><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; 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margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>Ramprasad</b></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/110.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"526\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 110</span></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/111.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"568\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 111</span></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/112.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"278\" border=\"0\"></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 112</span></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; 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margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b>The\r\nDouble Ladder</b></p>\r\n<p align=\"right\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center;line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>I HAVE said, at the very beginning creation was a mass of material\r\nparticles, dust-particles as it were, millions and hundreds and thousands of\r\nmillions of them strewn about and scattered in infinite Space. And these\r\ngradually condensed and gathered in volumes and masses, definite forms and\r\nshapes, gradually changed their material nature also, developed into sentient\r\nforms, living creatures, conscious beings and self-conscious human persons. I\r\nhave said also that the original dead material particles had in them or\r\nassociated with them or fused into them particles, as it were, of light. They\r\nwere not merely material energies but light energies which on their side\r\ncontained or were associated or infused with energies of consciousness. It was\r\nbecause there was behind the dead particle this luminous particle that\r\nevolution has become possible not only in degree but in kind, the expression in\r\nforms of sentience and consciousness as living entities and creatures. This\r\ncontinued until we arrived at the human level and at the level of the present\r\nworld from where we are trying to trudge beyond.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:9.0pt;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Now from where did this speck of light or\r\nconsciousness come? Indeed, from where did come the dead dust-particle itself?\r\nThe rishis declare that the origin of things, of the whole creation is Sat,\r\nBeing, pure Being, absolute Existence. It is absolute unity, indivisibility,\r\nimmobility. It has two other fundamental qualities, Chit or Consciousness\r\nand<span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 15</span></p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Ananda or Delight, but fused into the Being and one with it. However, in\r\nthis Being there occurred a movement, a stirring, which meant a division in the\r\nindivisibility. This urge to division sent the Being rushing head forward, as\r\nit were, right down into its opposite, the dead material being, inconscient\r\nmatter where it pulverised itself into infinite infinitesimal particles, the\r\ntwo standing as though at opposite poles. But the original division – apart\r\nfrom its first downward rectilinear dash so to say – had another chequered\r\ncareer. It was also a gradual movement of fission, or a process of genealogical\r\nmultiplication as it were. Division meant subdivision leading to further\r\nsubdivisions, stretching <i>ad infinitum </i>downwards, towards regions more\r\nand more impure, imperfect, narrow and dense, of lesser and lesser values till \r\nwe reach the bedrock of them all, the earth. I may give here a picture or \r\nillustration of what the process of division and subdivision was like. In the \r\nfirst original gesture the One Supreme Being divided into a double Existence – Ishwara\r\nand Ishwari. They further subdivided themselves, that is to say, sent down – In\r\nthe gradation of consciousness – parts and portions, personalities and\r\nemanations of themselves in diminishing values. In the present cycle of terrestrial\r\nevolution, Sri Aurobindo says, four are the powers of the supreme Ishwari that\r\nhave come forward to guide and effectuate the destiny of the hour. They are the\r\nsupreme effective Powers, they are from – what is called – the Supramental\r\nConsciousness. But they have sent down into the still lower regions nearer to\r\nthe human consciousness, more easily available to it, other forms and figures\r\nof the divine Personality. They are chiefly the gods of the Overmind who are\r\ninterested in the human destiny and some of them appear as presiding deities or\r\nIshta-devata and establish individual relations with men.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">Now this process of devolution has gone on; from the\r\nsupreme Consciousness, it has entered into the Supramental, then into the\r\nOvermental and then into the mental regions,<span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;\r\n</span>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 16</span></p>\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>and peopled all of them with gods and divinities. In the lower regions –\r\nlower, that is to say, denser, obscurer, and more ignorant forms of\r\nconsciousness – they have become smaller gods, dwarf gods. Perhaps to these\r\nalso the Vedic Rishis offered their <i>namas </i>and <i>stoma, </i>their\r\nobeisance as <i>bÄlakhilya </i>gods. The gods have come down farther still\r\nand proliferated liberally in the earth\'s atmosphere. The gods and goddesses of\r\nthe woodland, of rivers and springs, of mounts and hills, form a whole world of\r\nmythology – they are not mere creations of fancy or abstract imagination. The\r\ntotems of the primitive people continue the same story of proliferation into\r\nstill darker and denser regions of being and consciousness that may rather be\r\ncalled non-being and unconsciousness. And even, I may say if I am allowed to,\r\nthe world of rocks and stones is not excluded: they too in their solid material\r\ndead body enshrine something of the god in devolution.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:9.0pt;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>There is no question here of any human\r\nintervention – of the infusion of man\'s will and thought-formation. That is another\r\nsubject altogether. Here I am speaking of the inherent intrinsic spiritual\r\nstatus or even divinity of a material body – Its <i>dravya-guna </i>– that\r\nwhich a <i>lingam</i> or a Kaaba possesses.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">So we see in the system of creation two lines of\r\ngrowth or development or expression – a<span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;\r\n</span>double ladder, one mounting up from below and the other coming down from\r\nabove. They are more like, they have been described as, genealogical trees, the\r\nupward rising tree is the tree of evolution starting from matter, the root\r\nsubstance, growing gradually into the trunk, its multiple branches and sub-branches\r\nspreading up and abroad, each new shoot branching out is represented by the\r\nadvent of a new form of being or species or creature. We all know the\r\ngradations from the unformed, ill-formed types to better and better formed\r\ntypes till we reach man. On the other hand, the other tree is the Vedic\r\nAshwattha tree that has its roots up in the supreme Space and sends down gradually\r\n&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 17</span></p>\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>its branches below. The unity at the origin gradually fissuring,\r\ndividing and subdividing and multiplying itself, at the same time the\r\nmultiplied products becoming more and more distinct and definite, even rigid\r\nand limited, although more and more concrete and firm in form and function. In\r\nthis line of devolution, the forms or the formations and emanations that have\r\nappeared and manifested, I have named in a generic way, gods. Their function is\r\nto infuse themselves wherever needed into the formations that have been\r\nprepared by the upward surge of the evolutionary movement from below and thus\r\nhelp fulfil that urge. Each type of divinity at the appropriate stage and\r\noccasion comes forward, embodies itself so to say, in the external creative\r\nmovement. We know this process, although somewhat symbolically described, in\r\nthe famous song of Jayadeva describing the Avataras.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">The Gods, I have said, are types, self-existent\r\nrealities, models for new creations which are gradually coming forward in the\r\nmaterial world, which are to be directed and organised.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">Specially with man at the top of this new creation,\r\nthe terrestrial situation has changed considerably and is being changed\r\ncontinually. I have said, human consciousness has arrived at a stage when it\r\nhas to leap over and attain a new dimension of earthly existence; just over him\r\nthe gods of the age have gathered and are preparing themselves to take the\r\nfield in. the new creation: the gods that men have to become and embody in\r\ntheir life, and thus manifest a new type of conscious being and activity.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:9.0pt;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>The gods are approaching to change humanity but\r\nperhaps humanity also will bring about a new change in the status of the gods\r\nthemselves. They may lose something of their typal stability or fixity and\r\nattain a new human flexibility. The <i>Gita </i>speaks, of course in its own\r\nway, of man increasing the gods and the gods also increasing man. Perhaps the\r\ndivinity that man attains will increase the value \r\n&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 18</span></p>\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>of the Divinity itself. We remember the line from <i>Savitri:</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><i>&nbsp;</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>&quot;A godhead greater by a human fate.â€&sup1;&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:9.6pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:9.6pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> Also the lines Satyavan addresses to\r\nSavitri:</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>&quot;What high\r\nchange is in thee, 0 Savitri? Bright</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Ever thou wast, a\r\ngoddess still and pure,</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Yet dearer to me by\r\nthy sweet human parts</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:.5in;text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Earth gave thee\r\nmaking thee yet more divine.&quot;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:130.5pt;text-align:justify;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Sri Aurobindo, <i>Savitri,\r\n</i>Book XII – Epilogue</span>\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n9.6pt;mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 19</span></p>\r\n		<hr>\r\n		<p align=\"right\"><a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>','-04_The Double Ladder','','publish','closed','open','','04_the-double-ladder','','','2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/04_the-double-ladder/',0,'post','',0),(1917,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','<html xmlns:v=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml\"\r\nxmlns=\"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40\" xmlns:o=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office\">\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; \">\r\n\r\n\r\n<title>The Mother – The Nature of Her Work</title>\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<h1 style=\"text-indent:0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\" align=\"center\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"3\">The\r\nMother – The Nature of Her Work</font><o:p></o:p></b></h1>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:66.2pt;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></i></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">I<span style=\'font-size:8.0pt\'>T</span> seems I am to tell you something\r\nabout the Mother – a bit of her life, a bit of her activities.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">Well, the first part of her life, as you all know,\r\nthe Mother passed in <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>,\r\nshe was born in <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>,\r\nin <st1:City><st1:place>Paris</st1:place></st1:City>. So, naturally it was very\r\noften pointed out to her that she was French, she was European. To this,\r\nhowever, she was always protesting, saying, &quot;I am not European, I am not\r\nFrench.&quot; It would indeed sound somewhat strange to say that her family\r\ncame in fact from <st1:country-region><st1:place>Egypt</st1:place></st1:country-region>.\r\nHer parents, her father and mother went to <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\njust a year before she was born, a year only. And in <st1:country-region><st1:place>Egypt</st1:place></st1:country-region>,\r\nher family, it seems, belonged to a very ancient Egyptian family – perhaps\r\neven to a royal family of <st1:country-region><st1:place>Egypt</st1:place></st1:country-region>,\r\nthe Pharaos. So she is not European or French by blood although she was\r\nbrought up as such. Strictly speaking, she would belong to the <st1:place>Middle\r\n East</st1:place>, that is to say, the portion joining east of <st1:place>Europe</st1:place>\r\nand west of <st1:place>Asia</st1:place>. It means the union of <st1:place>Europe</st1:place>\r\nand <st1:place>Asia</st1:place>, the two harmonised, and that reflects the\r\ncharacter of Mother\'s life and its destiny.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">As I said, she spent the first part of her life .in <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>.\r\nBut why <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>?\r\nThere is a meaning in the choice. We know now the meaning, the fundamental\r\nmeaning of her life, her mission and her work. She came to bring a new light.\r\nShe wanted a new world, not the old world with its old nature and old culture,\r\nbut a new world, a new human<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; text-indent:-3.35pt; margin-left:3.35pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 3</span></p><hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">race. She brought with her the new light that is to re-create, re-shape\r\nman and the world. What was the relation between the new man and France? For\r\nthe new light to come and manifest, you have first to receive it in your mind,\r\nthat is to say you must see and recognise that it is a new light and ask for\r\nit. And mind is the first or the topmost receptacle in man. You may remember\r\nhere the opening line of <i>Dhammapada </i>containing the epitome of Buddha\'s\r\nteaching:<span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp; </span><i>&quot;Manopubbangama\r\ndhamma&quot; </i>– mind is the foremost of all human functions. Mind\r\nsurpasses all, embraces all. Now, the light as it comes down and enters you,\r\nthe first thing it touches is your head, that is, your mind: you see it, you\r\nare conscious of it. <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nrepresents today just this mind of humanity at its best, the flowering of its\r\nculture and civilisation. She was born there so that the highest mind of the\r\nhuman race may receive that light through her. She passed her life there in the\r\ncompany of the elite, the most cultured people of the time, scientists,\r\nartists, poets, all of the highest and most refined status. She was there so\r\nthat through her contact and association she could bring into them the new\r\nlight. With this end in view she started a society, rather a group, and the\r\nname given to it was <i>&quot;Le cosmique&quot;. </i>Cosmic means the whole\r\nworld; in other words, what she was doing, what she was giving, was for the\r\nwhole world, for all men, for East and West, for everybody. Also it means a\r\ncosmic or world-embracing consciousness. She was creating a new type of the\r\nmental world, through the highest mental development, to reach a still wider\r\nmind – beyond the individual egoistic mind. As I have said, the mind, the\r\nhead, being the highest part in man, it is easy for man to receive the new\r\nlight through his head first of all. You may remember here, in this\r\nconnection, Sri Aurobindo\'s poem &quot;The Golden Light&quot;: how it comes\r\nfrom above and first enters into the head, the brain. It illumines your\r\nthoughts, develops your understanding, widens it, deepens it and sharpens it.\r\nBut understanding is not sufficient, you must love it,<span\r\nstyle=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding-top:1pt; \r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-border-between:.5pt solid windowtext;mso-padding-between:\r\n1.0pt;mso-padding-top-alt:0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 4</span></p>\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">then only you begin to possess it. So the golden light enters your heart.\r\nThen it proceeds farther down towards a more concrete and active expression, it\r\nenters into the vital region as we call it. Lastly the golden light enters your\r\nfeet, that is, possesses your physical limbs, it becomes concrete materially\r\nand present, as though solidified, in your very body: it builds the body\r\nbeautiful.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:9pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">The Mother thus brings the golden light into the\r\nhead of humanity, the top rung of his consciousness, and that work of\r\ninitiation, <i>diksha, </i>into the Life Divine she started in <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>.\r\nFrom <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region> she\r\nwent to <st1:country-region><st1:place>Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nfor the next stage of her work.. In <st1:country-region><st1:place>Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nshe came to the <st1:place>Far East</st1:place>. She spent five years, five\r\nlong years in that country. <st1:country-region><st1:place>Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nis the land of the Zen system of meditation, that is to say, a special way of\r\nentering into an inner consciousness, not a rational mental consciousness but a\r\ngaze inward into an occult and more sensitive region. The Japanese as a nation\r\nrepresent indeed a very sensitive vitality, an artistic vitality that seeks\r\norder and beauty in life, in the mode of living. For the golden light to\r\nmanifest and have its play in the physical world and possess its body as it\r\nwere, a vitality of this kind is necessary to acquire it and hold it. The Japanese\r\nwrestlers are well-known for their vital strength, self-controlled strength;\r\nusually they possess, almost all of them, you must have noticed, in pictures at\r\nleast, a big tummy, and it is, they believe, the store-house of vital strength.\r\nThis does not mean that r advise you to develop a big paunch, on the contrary.\r\nHowever, even in physical activities, more than the mere physical strength, the\r\nvital strength is necessary. Yes, the Japanese have a vital, strong,\r\ncontrolled, ordered, sensitive. You may remember one or two Prayers of the\r\nMother in her <i>Prières et Méditations. </i>She speaks of the cherry-blossom\r\nwhich is the emblem of the Japanese artistic sense, the feeling for beauty, a\r\npurified sense-perception: not a rough and crude and violent (lower) vital, but\r\na fine, a pleasant intimate feeling and orderly happiness, that<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 5</span></p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">is what the cherry-blossom means. Mother described also a vision of hers,\r\na beautiful picture it was, a Japanese mother and her child: it was an image of\r\nthe new child that was born in humanity. A new world is thus ushered in in the\r\nland of the cherry-blossom, the hew vital world, for all the world.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">The Mother is creative consciousness; wherever she\r\nhappens to be, wherever she is called upon to be, her very presence moves for\r\ncreation, creating a new world and a new dimension of being and consciousness,\r\naccording to the need of time and place. And it is a whole world she creates\r\nand her creation endures, for it is an added achievement in the evolution of\r\nthe. human being.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">To this end, a neat strong orderly vital world of\r\nwhich we were speaking, itself requires a competent body to support it and\r\nmanifest it. The golden light must come into the feet. And that was the work\r\nshe was doing here and it is for that that she created the Ashram. You all know\r\nthe special emphasis she laid on physical education in order to prepare the\r\nbody and senses to receive the golden light. She always said, physical\r\neducation gives you the basis for the new consciousness, the new light, we must\r\nhave a strong body, a beautiful body, a body that endures: for the new light is\r\npowerful, it is not merely light, it is force, one must be able to bear it and\r\ncarry out its commands.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent2 style=\'text-indent:9.0pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Indeed, she came here in\r\norder to give a shape, a concrete and physical form, an earthly body to this\r\nDivine Light. Now the body beautiful is not by itself an end and fulfilment; in\r\norder to secure it you must secure a beautiful vital. Not only so, for a\r\nfulfilment in the body and in the vital one must possess a mind beautiful. The\r\nphysical education that the Mother has arranged for us here is to prepare us\r\nfor the body beautiful. And the school that she has organised is for the\r\ncultivation of the mind. The cultivation of the mind, however, means not only\r\nstoring it with information on various kinds of subjects, the study of books:\r\nit means a purification and clearance of the mind, the mental stuff itself,\r\nan<span style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp; </span><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>\r\n<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; \r\nmso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page – 6<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">elevation of consciousness to seek and recognise the new light. I have\r\nsaid that you are to receive the new light through the head at first, but\r\nthrough the heart also, and dynamically through your vital energy. You must not\r\nonly see and recognise it, but love it and be devoted to it. And here comes the\r\nMother\'s central work, her special gift, her grace to us. When you love a\r\nthing, you love, as it is said, through the heart, but there is love and love\r\nand there is a heart within the heart. True love, the love that is Divine, is\r\nwithin this inner heart which is your soul, the real being or person in you,\r\nand the soul coming out, coming to the front as we say, is the Mother\'s special\r\nGrace here, her gift to all of you, to each one of you here. She has given you\r\nyour soul. I have often said that it is a special privilege here for each one\r\nof us, for each one of you, to carry this being, this inner being, this\r\nintimate person, the Divine Child who is you. It<b> </b>is this that is\r\nbuilding your divine personality, it is this that will give you in the end a\r\nmind beautiful, a vital beautiful, a body beautiful – all that you need, all\r\nthat is perfect and flawless in your life here in this world. You may remember,\r\nmany of you, the famous line of <i>Savitri </i>that you must have heard from\r\nMother\'s own lips:</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&quot;Built is the golden tower, the flame-child born.&quot;</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">She has built this tower of new life and the child is there: the Golden\r\nChild. This golden child is in every one of you. You must find it, recognise\r\nit, that is the goal of your life, the mission and fulfilment of all what you\r\nwant to do and be on earth. Some of you surely must have felt in you the presence\r\nof this child. Some may have seen it even as the Divine Child in you. These\r\nthings - visitations as they are called - usually come in dreams. At least I\r\nknow of some who have seen them, who came and told me of their miraculous\r\nexperience. It is a possibility for everyone and if you happen to see it you\r\nmust recognise it, hold it, grasp </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; \r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 14.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page –7</span></p>\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">it with all love and affection. The Mother is still living and active\r\namong us and her Presence is still there, even concretely, for each one of you\r\nhas the Divine Child in you. </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">I end with a prayer, a\r\nprayer that I made to the Mother sometime ago, it is on behalf of the small\r\nchildren of our playground:</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; mso-pagination:\r\nnone; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></i></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoBodyTextIndent style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">&quot;Sweet Mother, your\r\nplayground-children are angels. They have not become divine or godly, but they\r\nare angels, earthly angels. Keep them constantly under your eye, cradle them in\r\nyour loving consciousness.&quot; </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:9pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; text-indent:9pt; mso-pagination:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">That was the prayer I made on your behalf to the\r\nMother, and I am sure Mother has responded “Yes”. </p>\r\n\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; \r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext 1.5pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 17.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 8<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<hr>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n	<a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-02_The Mother The Nature of Her Work','','publish','closed','open','','02_the-mother-the-nature-of-her-work','','','2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/02_the-mother-the-nature-of-her-work/',0,'post','',0),(1918,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','<html xmlns:v=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml\"\r\nxmlns=\"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40\">\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; \">\r\n<title>In Her Company</title>\r\n\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"right\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%;margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>In\r\nHer Company<o:p></o:p></b></p>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style=\'text-align:right;text-indent:.25in;\r\nline-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:\r\nnone; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></i></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:.25in;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>When\r\nthe Mother was giving collective meditation, in the playground for instance,\r\nalong with those people assembled there around Her, a different kind of people\r\nalso joined in and gathered – beings from other worlds, gods and angels.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:.25in;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>The\r\nDivine in a physical human body upon earth – it is such a temptation for the\r\ndisembodied beings in the other worlds; it was so great an opportunity to be\r\nnear the physical aura of the Divine. It was indeed a privilege, the privilege\r\nof having a material body, the privilege possessed by human beings alone to\r\ncome in touch with the divine material body! So these beings rushed down and\r\ntried to be as much near as possible to the earth, to bask in the delightful golden\r\nsunshine of the physical presence of the Divine upon earth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:.25in;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Also\r\nit is said, when the Mother used to play on the organ, the same thing happened;\r\nthere was a crowd of invisible listeners around Her; not only so, the Mother\r\nHerself revealed the secret, some beings, even departed musicians, also prayed\r\nto Her to be allowed to play on the organ through Her fingers – making the\r\nDivine their instrument instead of their being the Divine\'s instruments!</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:.25in;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>The\r\nMother in Her body was such an abode of miracles.<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page-260<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:12.95pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;color:blue\'><a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"52\" height=\"32\" border=\"0\"></a></span></p>\r\n<div align=\"right\"> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-37_In Her Company','','publish','closed','open','','37_in-her-company','','','2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/37_in-her-company/',0,'post','',0),(1919,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','<html>\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<title>Ashram Poets</title>\r\n<meta name=\"generator\" content=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body bgcolor=\"white\" text=\"black\" link=\"blue\" vlink=\"purple\" alink=\"red\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>Ashram \r\nPoets</b></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b><i><span style=\"font-size:18pt;\">\r\n<img src=\"_Gif%20Image/141.gif\" width=\"303\" height=\"359\" border=\"0\"></span></i></b></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; 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style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 158</span></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/159.gif\" width=\"350\" height=\"422\" border=\"0\"></span></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 159</span></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n<img src=\"_Gif%20Image/160.gif\" width=\"278\" height=\"502\" border=\"0\"></span></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page - 160</span></p>\r\n<hr>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n	<a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<div align=\"right\"> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-30_Ashram Poets','','publish','closed','open','','30_ashram-poets','','','2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/30_ashram-poets/',0,'post','',0),(1920,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','<html>\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<title>SWEET MOTHER</title>\r\n<meta name=\"generator\" content=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body bgcolor=\"white\" text=\"black\" link=\"blue\" vlink=\"purple\" alink=\"red\" background=\"_Gif%20Image/Brown_bg_1.gif\">\r\n<p align=\"center\"><b><font size=\"4\">CONTENT</font></b></p>\r\n<p align=\"center\"><b>VOLUME - 6</b></p>\r\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"100%\">\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>SWEET MOTHER</b></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"1\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\">\r\n		<font size=\"2\">\r\n		<a href=\"-02_The-Mother-The-Nature-of-Her-Work\">The \r\n        Mother : The Nature of Her Work</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-03_Gods-and-Men\">Gods \r\n        and Men</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-04_The-Double-Ladder\">The \r\n        Double Ladder</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-05_On-the-Brink\">On \r\n        the Brink</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">\r\n		<a href=\"-06_The-Ashram,the-world-and-the-Individual\">The \r\n        Ashram, the World and the Individual</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-07_The-Golden-Chain\">The \r\n        Golden Chain</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"100%\">\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>&nbsp;</b></p>\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>OBSERVATIONS AND NOTES</b></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"1\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"133\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-08_Observations\">Observations</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"227\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\">\r\n		<font size=\"2\">\r\n		<a href=\"-09_A-Note-On-The-Mother-of-Dreams\">A \r\n        Notes on &quot;The Mother of Dreams&quot;</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-10_Notes-on-Savitri\">Notes \r\n        on Savitri</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"181\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-11_Vision-of-Dante\">Vision \r\n        of Dante</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"100%\">\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>&nbsp;</b></p>\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>NEW TRANSLATIONS WITH ORIGINAL TEXTS</b></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"1\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-12_An-Italian-stanza\">An \r\n        Italian Stanza - Sri Aurobindo</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-13_Hymn-to-dawn\">Hymn \r\n        to Dawn - Sri Aurobindo</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-14_Songs-of-ramprasad\">Songs \r\n        of Ramprasad</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\">\r\n		<font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-15_In-love-with-darkness\">In \r\n        Love with Darkness</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-16_Hymn-to-darkness\">Hymn \r\n        to Darkness</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-17_Forward\">Forward</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-18_Tears-of-grief\">Tears \r\n        of Grief</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-19_Thy-grace\">Thy \r\n        Grace</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-20_Children-song\">Children \r\n        Song</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\">\r\n		<a href=\"-21_Wherefore-this-hurry\">Wherefore \r\n        this hurry</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-22_Ego\">Ego</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-23_Agni\">Agni</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"100%\">\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>&nbsp;</b></p>\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>TEXTS OF TRANSLATIONS IN VOLUME FIVE</b></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"1\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-24_Vedic-Hymns\">Vedic Hymns</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\">\r\n		<font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-25_Other-Hymns-and-Prayers\">Other Hymns \r\n        and Prayer</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-26_Padavali\">Padavali</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-27_Ramprasad\">Ramprasad</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-28_Rabindranath-Tagore\">Rabindranath Tagore</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-29_Modern-Poets\">Modern Poets</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-30_Ashram-Poets\">Ashram Poets</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-31_Dhammapada\">Dhammapada</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"242\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><font size=\"2\"><a href=\"-32_Charyapada\">Charyapada</a></font></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"100%\">\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>&nbsp;</b></p>\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><b>SUPPLEMENTARY</b></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<table border=\"1\" width=\"100%\">\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-33_The-Golden-Harvest\">The \r\n        Golden Harvest</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-34_The-Human-Touch-Divine\">The \r\n        Human Touch Divine</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-35_The-Great-Holocaust\">The \r\n        Great Holocaust</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-36_A-Vision\">A \r\n        Vision</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n    <tr>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-37_In-Her-Company\">In \r\n        Her Company</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-38_Supplementary-Observations\">Observation</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            \r\n      <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">\r\n		<a href=\"-39_An-Impression\">An \r\n        Impression</a></span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n        <td width=\"180\">\r\n            <p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">&nbsp;</span></p>\r\n        </td>\r\n    </tr>\r\n</table>\r\n<p 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align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n<p align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:left;line-height:150%; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:\r\nnormal\'><span style=\'mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\'>IN\r\nLOVE WITH DARKNESS<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">IT is all well, it is all well:</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">If a speck of light from out of the sky</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-indent:-1.65pt; margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Just\r\nflitted into my room,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">It were indeed a thing of unbounded joy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">But when the whole earth</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Lies enveloped in darkness,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">I for myself need no light,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Never into the tribe of jackals</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Would a stag enter, its horns clipped and shorn.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">I worship light</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">And I sing to Darkness:</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">This is no contradiction.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">For the life I would fain touch </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">Still lingers on darkness\' edge </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">And I must love Darkness</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">To reach out to that life.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"line-height:150%; margin-left:3in; mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\"text-align:justify; line-height:150%; margin-left:5in; text-indent:\r\n.5in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>Gopal Bhowmik</b></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\'>Page – 71<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;line-height:14.85pt;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n	<a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-15_In love with darkness','','publish','closed','open','','15_in-love-with-darkness','','','2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/15_in-love-with-darkness/',0,'post','',0),(1922,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','<html xmlns:o=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office\"\r\nxmlns=\"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40\">\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; \">\r\n<title>An Impression</title>\r\n\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"6\" style=\"border-collapse: collapse\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"right\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%;margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b\r\nstyle=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>An Impression<o:p></o:p></b></p>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></i></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>A frail aspiring\r\nflame flickers out,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>A little\r\nsoul crosses over</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;tab-stops:.75in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span\r\nstyle=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>&nbsp;</span><span class=GramE>the</span> other Shore,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span\r\nclass=GramE>leaving</span> its burning body.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>It\r\nreappears as a bud of light,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:3\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span\r\nclass=GramE>a</span> wave of music,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:4\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span\r\nclass=GramE>a</span> blissful smile,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:3\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>In\r\nthe woodland of Heaven!</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:1\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>A creeper\r\ndamsel seeking its</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:3\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><span\r\nclass=SpellE>Kadamba-Shilter</span>:</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span style=\'mso-tab-count:2\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>A\r\ndarling, invited guest to</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:1.5in;text-align:justify;line-height:\r\n150%;mso-pagination:none;tab-stops:.45in;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><span 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margin-bottom:0\"><b\r\nstyle=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'><span style=\"mso-bidi-font-size:\r\n12.0pt\">CHILDREN\'S&nbsp; SONG</span></b></p>\r\n		<p align=\"center\" class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align:center; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n		<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;line-height:150%;mso-pagination:\r\nnone;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>WE are\r\nMother\'s children,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%;\r\nmso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>We are\r\nMother\'s children.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>No less are we, let Death come, we shall win at ease.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Dangers we face on the way, and trample them under,</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Our battle-cry dries up oceans, sways over mountains.\r\n</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Sun and moon and stars move at Mother\'s word: </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>Children are we of this Mother; who calls us weak? </p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>What is sin for us, what is heaven or <span\r\nclass=GramE>hell ?</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-left:3.5in; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>The work done, at eve-tide the Mother takes us in her\r\nlap.</p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'line-height:150%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:\r\nnone;text-autospace:none; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal style=\'margin-left:2.0in;text-align:center;text-indent:\r\n.5in;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;\r\ntext-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'><b style=\'mso-bidi-font-weight:normal\'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Chandikananda Swami</b><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;\r\nmso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\nmso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;\'>Page – 81<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center;mso-pagination:none;\r\nmso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n  <p class=MsoNormal align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p><a href=\"-01-contents\"><img src=\"_Gif%20Image/Home.gif\" width=\"58\" height=\"36\" border=\"0\"></a></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-20_Children song','','publish','closed','open','','20_children-song','','','2021-11-23 17:58:35','2021-11-23 17:58:35','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/20_children-song/',0,'post','',0),(1924,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>Nicholas Roerich</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Nicholas Roerich</font></b></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Ex oriente lux.</I> Out of the East the Light, and\r\nthat light is of the nature and substance of beauty, of creative and\r\ndynamic beauty in the life the spirit. This, I suppose, is Roerich\'s\r\nmessage in a nutshell. The Light of the East is always the light of\r\nthe “ample consciousnessâ€ that dwells on the heights of our being\r\nin God.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-style:normal; text-indent:0.5cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The call that stirred a Western soul, made him a\r\nwanderer over the world in quest of the Holy Grail and finally lodged\r\nhim in the Home of the Snows is symbolic of a more than individual\r\ndestiny. It is representative of the secret history of a whole\r\nculture and civilisation that have been ruling humanity for some\r\ncenturies, its inner want and need and hankering – and fulfilment.\r\nThe West shall come to the East and be reborn. That is the prophecy\r\nof occult seers and sages.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-style:normal; text-indent:0.5cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I speak of Roerich as a Western soul, but more precisely\r\nperhaps he is a soul of the mid-region (as also in another sense we\r\nshall see subsequently) intermediary between the East and the West.\r\nHis external make-up had all the characteristic elements of the\r\nWestern culture, but his mind and temperament, his inner soul was\r\noriental. And yet it was not the calm luminous static – ancient –\r\nsoul that an Indian or a Chinese sage is; it is a nomad soul, newly\r\nawakened, young and fresh and ardent, something primitive, pulsating\r\nwith the unspoilt green sap of life – something in the manner of\r\nWhitman. And that makes him all the more representative of the young\r\nand ardent West yearning for the light that was never on sea or land.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-style:normal; text-indent:0.5cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Is it not strange that one should look to the East for\r\nthe light? There is a light indeed that dwells in the setting suns,\r\nbut that is the inferior light, the light that moves level with the </FONT>\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; font-style:normal; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 150</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-style:normal; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>earth, pins us down to the normal and ordinary life and\r\ncon&shy;sciousness: it&quot; leads into the Night, into Nihil,\r\npralaya. It is the light of the morning sun that man looks up to in\r\nhis forward march, the sun that rises in the East whom the Vedic\r\nRishi invoked in these magnificent lines:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-style:normal; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:-0.03cm; margin-left:2.04cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Lo, the supreme light of all lights is come, a vast and\r\nvaried consciousness is born in us. . . .</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>It is not a mere notion or superstition, it is an occult\r\nreality that gives sanctity to a particular place or region. The\r\nsaintly soul has always been also a pilgrim, physically, to holy\r\nplaces, even to one single holy place, if he so chooses. The puritan\r\npoet may say tauntingly:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Here pilgrims roam, that strayed so far to seek In\r\nGolgotha him dead who lives in heaven – </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>the pilgrim soul of Roerich declares with but equal\r\nvehemence and assurance:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.5cm; margin-left:1.98cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>All teachers journeyed to the mountains. The higher\r\nknowledge, the most inspired songs, the most superb sounds and\r\ncolours are created in the mountains. On the highest mountains there\r\nis the Supreme: the highest mountains stand as witnesses of Great\r\nReality.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.38cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.37cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Indeed, Roerich considers the Himalayas as the very\r\nabode, the tabernacle itself – the <I>sanctum sanctorum – </I><SPAN STYLE=\"font-weight: medium\"><SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal\">of</SPAN><I>\r\n</I>the Spirit, the Light Divine. Many of Roerich\'s paintings have\r\nmountain ranges, especially snow-bound mountain ranges, as their\r\ntheme. There is a strange kinship between this yearning artistic\r\nsoul, which seems solitary in spite of its ardent humanism, and the\r\nsilent heights, rising white tier upon tier reflecting prismlike the\r\nfiery glowing colours, the vast horizons, the wide vistas vanishing\r\nbeyond.</span></font></P><FONT SIZE=3>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nRoerich is one of the prophets and seers who have ever\r\nbeen acclaiming and preparing the Golden Age, the dream that humanity\r\nhas been dreaming continuously since its very childhood, that is to\r\nsay, when there will be peace and harmony on<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.4cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 151</font><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nearth, when racial, cultural or ideological egoism will\r\nno longer divide man and man – a thing that seems today a chimera\r\nand a hallucination – when there will be one culture, one\r\ncivilisation, one spiritual life welding all humanity into a single\r\nunit of life luminous and beautiful. Roerich believes that such a\r\nconsummation can arrive only or chiefly through the growth of the\r\nsense of beauty, of the aesthetic temperament, of creative labour\r\nleading to a wider and higher consciousness. Beauty, Harmony, Light,\r\nKnowledge, Culture, Love, Delight are cardinal terms in his vision of\r\nthe deeper and higher life of the future.</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nThe stress of the inner urge to the heights and depths\r\nof spiritual values and realities found special and significant\r\nexpression in his paintings. It is a difficult problem, a problem\r\nwhich artists and poets are tackling today with all their skill and\r\ntalent. Man\'s consciousness is no longer satisfied with the customary\r\nand the ordinary actions and reactions of life (or thought), with the\r\nold-world and time-worn modes and manners. It is no more turned to\r\nthe apparent and the obvious, to the surface forms and movements of\r\nthings. It yearns to look behind and beyond, for the secret\r\nmechanism, the hidden agency that really drives things. Poets and\r\nartists are the vanguards of the age to come, prophets and pioneers\r\npreparing the way for the Lord.</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nRoerich discovered and elaborated his own technique to\r\nreveal that which is secret, express that which is not expressed or\r\nexpressible. First of all, he is symbolical and allegorical:\r\nsecondly, the choice of his symbols and allegories is hieratic, that\r\nis to say, the subject-matter refers to objects and events connected\r\nwith saints and legends, shrines and enchanted places, hidden\r\ntreasures, spirits and angels, etc. etc.; thirdly, the manner or\r\nstyle of execution is what we may term pantomimic, in other words,\r\nconcrete, graphic, dramatic, even melodramatic. He has a special\r\npredilection for geometrical patterns the artistic effect of which –\r\nbalance, regularity, fixity, solidity – was greatly utilised by the\r\nFrench painter C<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>zanne and poet\r\nMallarm<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT> who seem to have\r\ninfluenced Roerich to a considerable degree. But this Northerner had\r\nnot the reticence, the suavity, the tonic unity of the classicist,\r\nnor the normality and clarity of the Latin temperament. The prophet,\r\nthe priest<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.39cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 152</font><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">in him was\r\nthe stronger element and made use of the artist as the rites and\r\n<I>ceremonies – mudras </I>and <I>chakras – </I><SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal\">of</SPAN><I>\r\n</I>his vocation demanded. Indeed, he stands as the hierophant of a\r\nnew cultural religion and his paintings and utterances are, as it\r\nwere, gestures that accompany a holy ceremonial.</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nA Russian artist (Monsieur Benois) has stressed upon the\r\nprimitive-almost aboriginal-element in Roerich and was not happy over\r\nit. Well, as has been pointed out by other prophets and thinkers, man\r\ntoday happens to be so sophisticated, artificial, material, cerebral\r\nthat a [all-back seems to be necessary for him to take a new leap\r\nforward on to a higher ground. The pure aesthete is a closed system,\r\nwith a consciousness immured in an ivory tower; but man is something\r\nmore. A curious paradox. Man can reach the highest, realise the\r\nintegral truth when he takes his leap, not from the relatively higher\r\nlevels of his consciousness – his intellectual and aesthetic and\r\neven moral status – but when he can do so from his lower levels,\r\nwhen the physico-vital element in him serves as the springing-board.\r\nThe decent and the beautiful-the classic grace and aristocracy –\r\nform one aspect of man, the aspect of &quot;light&quot;; but the\r\naspect of energy and power lies precisely in him where the aboriginal\r\nand the barbarian find also a lodging. Man as a mental being is\r\nnaturally sattwic, but prone to passivity and weakness; his\r\nphysico-vital reactions, on the other hand, are obscure and crude,\r\nsimple and vehement, but they have life and energy and creative\r\npower, they are there to be trained and transfigured, made effective\r\ninstruments of a higher illumination.</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nAll elemental personalities have something of the\r\nunconventional and irrational in them. And Roerich is one such in his\r\nown way. The truths and realities that he envisages and seeks to\r\nrealise on earth are elemental and fundamental, although apparently\r\nsimple and commonplace.<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.44cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 153</font></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"36\" height=\"46\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n</font></td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-19_Nicholas Roerich','','publish','closed','open','','19_nicholas-roerich','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/19_nicholas-roerich/',0,'post','',0),(1925,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>Rishi Dirghatama</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Rishi Dirghatama</font></b></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>MANY of the Upanishadic rishis are familiar to you.\r\nVedic rishis are perhaps not so.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Today I will speak of one of the Vedic rishis. Some\r\nnames of great Vedic rishis must have reached your ears-Vashishtha,\r\nVishwamitra, Atri, Parasara, Kanwa (I do not know if it is the same\r\nKanwa of whom Kalidasa speaks in his <I>Shakuntala), </I>Madhuchchanda.\r\nAll of them are seers of mantra, hearers of mantra, creators of\r\nmantra; all of them occupy a large place in the Veda. Each one of\r\nthem has his speciality, each one delivers a mantra that is in its\r\ntone, temper and style his own although the subject matter, the\r\nsubstance, the fundamental realisation is everywhere the same. For\r\nexample, Vashishtha is characterised by a happy clarity, Vishwamitra\r\nhas force and energy, Kutsa is sweetness, Dirghatama is well known\r\nfor his oblique utterances, his paradoxical apopthegms.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Today precisely it is of Dirghatama that we will speak.\r\nDirghatama does not mean as the word would indicate to the layman,\r\none who is very <I>tall – <FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">śÄ</FONT>lapr<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ämś</FONT>urmah<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>bhujah\r\n </I>in Kalidasa\'s phrase. <I>Tama </I>is not the superlative suffix\r\n<I>(most), </I>it is <I>tamas, </I>darkness. So, from the name itself\r\none may naturally expect that the person was not of an ordinary\r\ncategory. Indeed the amount of stories and legends that have been\r\nwoven around the name is fantastic-queer, odd, unbelievable,\r\nimpossible in every way. I need not open that chapter.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I shall speak only of what seems to me probable and\r\nbelievable and likely and it must be this that he passed a long time</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT> Sri Aurobindo\r\nsays: &quot;In the deep and mystic style of the Dirghatamas Auchathya\r\nas in the melodious lucidity of Medhatithi Kanwa, in the puissant and\r\nenergetic hymns of Vishwamitra as in Vashishtha\'s even harmonies we\r\nhave the same firm foundation of knowledge and the same scrupulous\r\nadherence to the sacred conventions of the Initiates.&quot;</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.39cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 162</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>in darkness, engulfed in obscurity. The legend says that\r\nhe was in his mother\'s womb long past the due time and it seems it\r\nwas <I>of </I>his own will. His mother\'s name was Mamata and his\r\nfather was <I>U</I>chathya. When he came out <I>of </I>the darkness\r\nand saw the light, it was a light strangely glimmering with all the\r\nvibrations <I>of </I>the long obscurity to which he had been\r\naccustomed. It was indeed the Light beyond the confines <I>of </I>all\r\ndarkness, nescience, and yet carrying a mystic imprint <I>of </I>the\r\nmysteries <I>of </I>darkness. So he started his quest with this\r\nquestioning:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I am an innocent babe, my ignorant mind knows nothing,\r\nwho will tell me <I>of </I>the secret seats <I>of </I>the Godheads?<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.37cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Indeed the darkness and the blindness seem to have been\r\nthe Divine\'s grace upon him, for his eyes turned inward to other\r\ndomains and saw strange truths and stranger facts. We remember in\r\nthis connection another blind old poet who even though fallen on such\r\nevil days composed the world famous epic poem (I am referring\r\nobviously to Milton and his <I>Paradise Lost). </I>We remember also\r\nhere the deaf incomparable master of music Beethoven. Many <I>of </I>the\r\nsayings <I>of </I>Dirghatama have become so current that they are now\r\nfamiliar even to the common man. They are mottoes and proverbs we all\r\nquote at all times. &quot;Truth is one, the wise call it in different\r\nways&quot; – the mantra is from Dirghatama. &quot;Heaven is my\r\nfather, Earth my mother&quot;  – this is also from Dirghatama. The\r\nfamous figure <I>of </I>two birds with beautiful wing5 dwelling on\r\nthe same tree comes also from Dirghatama. There are a good many\r\nsayings <I>of </I>this kind that have become intimate companions to\r\nour lips of which the source we do not know. When we read the mantras\r\nof Dirghatama we are likely to exclaim even as the villager did when\r\nhe first saw <I>Hamlet </I>played in London, &quot;It is full of\r\nquotations.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>You must have already noticed that the utterance of\r\nDirghatama carries a peculiar turn, even perhaps a twist. In fact his\r\nmantras are an enigma, a riddle to which it is sometimes difficult to\r\nfind the fitting key. <I>For </I>example when he says, &quot;What is\r\nabove is moving downward and what is down is </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT> Rig <I>Veda, </I>1.\r\n164.5.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.36cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 163</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>moving upward; yes, they who are below are indeed up\r\nabove, and they who are up are here below,&quot; or again, &quot;He\r\nwho knows the father below by what is above, and he who knows the\r\nfather who is above by what is below is called the poet (the seer\r\ncreator)&quot;, we are, to say the least, not a little puzzled.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The old delightful rishi – to use the epithets he\r\ngives to his Agni – and blind into the bargain, continues, the\r\nsubstance and manner in the same way paradoxical and enigmatic,\r\nperhaps deliberately tantalising and confusing:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Those who are called feminine are masculine, yes, only\r\nthey who have eyes can see, the blind do not know.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The son is the seer-poet, he knows and he alone knows\r\nthese things who is the father of the father.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Then again look at this picture almost surrealistic in\r\nits boldness:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The cow gazing upward holds with her front legs the hind\r\nlegs of her calf and the calf with its front legs holds the hind legs\r\nof its mother.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Needless to say these are signs and symbols and figures\r\nof a language seeking to express truths and realities of an invisible\r\nworld, spiritual and occult. We are reminded of the &quot;twilight&quot;\r\nlanguage of the poet-saints <I>(Siddhacharyas) </I>of Bengal of much\r\nlater days.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>There is no end to the problems that face Dirghatama\r\nwith his almost tormented mind. Listen once more to this riddle:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Even he who has created this does not know it.</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Even to him who has seen it, it remains veiled. One who\r\nis shrouded in his mother\'s womb with his many progenies has entered\r\ninto untruth.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup3;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Here are some more of his aspirations, the questions\r\nthat trouble him, the riddles whose solution he needs most. He calls\r\nupon the world and asks:</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1; R</FONT><I>ig Veda, </I>1.\r\n164.16.</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT> <I>Ibid., I.\r\n</I>164.17.</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><I><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup3;</FONT> Ibid., </I>1.\r\n164.32.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 164</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Tell me where is the end <I>of </I>this earth? Tell me\r\nwhere is the nodus <I>of </I>this universe? Tell me what is the\r\nmeaning <SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal\">of </SPAN>the\r\nenergy-flow from the energetic steed?</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Tell me again what is the word that is in the highest\r\nspaces?<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>To these abstruse questions he himself gives, I am\r\nafraid, abstruse answers:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This sacrificial altar is the extreme end <I>of </I>the\r\nearth, this sacrifice is the nodus <I>of </I>the universe, and this\r\nnectar <I>of </I>immortality (Soma) is the energy-flow <I>of </I>the\r\nsteed and this Brahman is the Word in the supreme heaven.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.34cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>As are the questions so are the answers, equally\r\nenigmatic and obscure.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>About the Word, the mystery which Dirghatama unveils is\r\nan extraordinary revelation – so curious, so illuminating. In later\r\ntimes many lines <I>of </I>spiritual discipline have adopted his\r\nscheme and spread it far and wide. Dirghatama himself was an uncommon\r\nwizard <I>of </I>words. The truths he saw and clothed in mantras have\r\nattained, as I have already said, general celebrity. He says: &quot;The\r\nWord is <I>of </I>four categories. It has four stations or levels or\r\ngradations.&quot; The Rishi continues: &quot;Three <I>of </I>them are\r\nunmanifested, unbodied; only the fourth one is manifest and bodied,\r\non the tongue <I>of </I>man.&quot; This terminology embodying a\r\nfundamental principle has had many commentaries and explanations. <I>Of\r\n</I>these the most well-known is that given by the Tantras. They have\r\nnamed the fourfold words as (1) par<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>,\r\nsupreme; (2) <I>pa<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">ś</FONT>yant<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">ī</FONT>,\r\n</I>the seeing one; (3) <I>madhyam<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>,\r\n</I>the middle one or the one within and (4) <I>vaikhar<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">ī</FONT>,\r\n</I>the articulate word. In modern language we may say that the first\r\none is the self-vibration <I>of </I>the Supreme Being or\r\nConsciousness; the second is the vibration <I>of </I>the higher-mind\r\nor the pure intelligence; the third is the vibration <SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal\">of</SPAN><I>\r\n</I>the inner heart; and the fourth the vibration <I>of </I>physical\r\nsound, <I>of </I>voice. In philosophical terms <I>of </I>current\r\nEnglish we may name these as (1) revelatory, (2) intuitive, (3)\r\ninspirational and (4) vocal.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Now in conclusion I will just speak <I>of </I>the\r\nfundamental</FONT></P>\r\n		<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; font-weight: medium; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n&nbsp;</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT> Rig <I>Veda, </I>1.\r\n164.34.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT> <I>Ibid., </I>1.\r\n164.35.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 165</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>vision of the rishi. His entire realisation, the whole\r\nVeda of his life, he has, it appears, pressed into one single <I>rk.\r\n</I>We have heard it said that the entire range of all scriptures is\r\nepitomised in the Gita and the Gita\' itself is epitomised in one\r\nsloka – <I>sarvadharm<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>n parityajya\r\n... </I>Even so we may say that Rishi Dirghatama has summarised his\r\nexperience, at least the fundamental basic one, and put it into a\r\n<I>sulfa. </I>It is the famous <I>rk </I>with which he opens his long\r\nhymn to Surya:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Lo, this delightful ancient Priest and Summoner; he has\r\na second brother who is the devourer. There is a third brother with a\r\ndazzling luminous facet – there I saw the Master of the worlds\r\nalong with his seven sons.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.47cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This is again a sphinx puzzle indeed. But what is the\r\nmeaning? The universe, the creation has its fundamental truth in a\r\nTrinity: Agni (the Fire-god) upon earth, Vayu (the Wind-god) in the\r\nmiddle regions and in heaven the Sun. In other words, breaking up the\r\nsymbolism we may say that the creation is a triple reality, three\r\nprinciples constitute its nature. Matter, Life and Consciousness or\r\nstatus, motion and Light. This triplicity however does not exhaust\r\nthe whole of the mystery. For the ultimate mystery is imbedded within\r\nthe heart of the third brother, for our rishis saw there the\r\nUniversal Divine Being and his seven sons. In our familiar language\r\nwe may say it is the Supreme Being, God himself (Purushottama) and\r\nhis seven lines of self-manifestation. We have often heard of the\r\nseven worlds or levels of being and consciousness, the seven chords\r\nof the Divine Music. In more familiar terms we say that body and life\r\nand mind form the lower half of the cosmic reality and its upper half\r\nconsists of Sat-Chit-Ananda (or Satya- Tap as-Jana). And the link,\r\nthe nodus that joins the two spheres is the fourth principle (Turya),\r\nthe Supermind, Vijnana. Such is the vision of Rishi Dirghatama, its\r\nfundamental truth in a nutshell. To know this mystery is the whole\r\nknowledge and knowing this, one need know nothing else.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A word is perhaps necessary to complete the sense of the\r\ncommentary. Agni has been called old and ancient  (<I>Palita</I>),\r\nbut why? Agni is the first among the gods. He has come down</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT> <I>Rig Veda, I.\r\n</I>164.1.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 166</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>upon earth, entered into matter with the very creation\r\nof the material existence. He is the secret energy hidden in the atom\r\nwhich is attracting, invoking all the other gods to manifest\r\nthemselves. It is he who drives the material consciousness in its\r\nevolutionary re-course upward towards the radiant fullness in the\r\nsolar Supra-Consciousness at the summit. He is however not only\r\nenergy, he is also delight <I>(v<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>ma).\r\n</I>For he is the Soma, the nectarous flow, occult in the Earth\'s\r\nbody. For Earth is the storehouse of the sap of Life, the source of\r\nthe delightful growths of Life here below.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 167</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"36\" height=\"47\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-21_Rishi Dirghatama','','publish','closed','open','','21_rishi-dirghatama','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/21_rishi-dirghatama/',0,'post','',0),(1926,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	\r\n	<TITLE>The\r\nBirth of Maya</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\" DIR=\"LTR\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\">The\r\nBirth of Maya</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>THE\r\nDivine is All-Light, All-Bliss, All-Power - in himself, in his\r\nessence and true being, always and for ever.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But, somewhere, in a part of universal being the Divine\r\nchose to forget the Divine, a veil was allowed to interpose in front\r\nof the All-Light, the All-Bliss, the All-Power:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A mixture became possible, the dualities were born.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Ignorance entered into Knowledge, Pain invaded Delight,\r\nWeakness stole into Strength.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>For a new and extraordinary manifestation this movement\r\nwas permitted, for the fullness of experience, for an immense\r\ncontradiction turning to a luminous reconciliation and harmony.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The Eternal negated his eternity, the Divine became the\r\nundivine.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Out of the inconscient Consciousness had to arise, Light\r\nout of darkness, Bliss out of suffering, Power out of inertia, - for\r\nthe Divine is still the only reality, even in the appearances that\r\nare its opposite.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>That which is undivine had to become an instrument of\r\ndivinity, inconscient Matter to embody the Supreme.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>For when the One Divine descended into the multiplicity\r\nof manifestation, when he cast out of himself an infinitely varied\r\nand graded existence, the undivine too became a possibility-an\r\naspect, an appearance the farthest away from his original and highest\r\nstatus.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>All possibilities are manifested in the Infinite and\r\nthis line of descent too had to be followed to its uttermost, the\r\nentire range of its possibility to be exhausted, negated in its own\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">realisation</SPAN> and brought back to the nature\r\nand substance of its Source.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 366</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The beginning of creation is self-objectivisation.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>The\r\nDivine put himself away from himself - &quot;went abroad&quot; - that\r\nhe might contemplate himself, that he might establish a  system of\r\ninfinite relations with himself.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Manifestation - Lila - is the working out of this\r\ncomplex of self-objectivisation.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In the processus of this self-objectivisation the\r\npossibility of a movement of denial of self became in appearance\r\ninevitable - denial of self showed itself as the extreme limit, the\r\nfinal term .of self-objectivisation.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The Divine permitted to himself self-annihilation that\r\nhe might pass through it to the completest self-<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">realisation.</SPAN></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-GB\" ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>***</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In the Spirit there is only Light.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But the Shadow was allowed here below - for it was the\r\nvehicle in which the spiritual Light had to be embodied, to be ;made\r\nreal in Matter and by Matter and as Matter.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Where there is the utmost Denial, there was to arise the\r\nvery perfection of the Affirmation of the Divine.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 367</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"> \r\n  <a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"34\" height=\"43\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-55_The Birth of Maya','','publish','closed','open','','55_the-birth-of-maya','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/55_the-birth-of-maya/',0,'post','',0),(1927,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<html xmlns:v=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml\"\r\nxmlns:o=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office\"\r\nxmlns:w=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:word\"\r\nxmlns:st1=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags\"\r\nxmlns=\"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40\">\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n<title>The Shakespearean Word</title>\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=blue style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"margin:0 0in; line-height:150%; \"><b>\r\n<span lang=EN\r\nstyle=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><font size=\"4\">The Shakespearean Word</font></span></b><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin:0 0in; line-height:150%;widows: 0;orphans: 0\'><span lang=EN\r\nstyle=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;\r\nwidows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>THE Vedic\r\nrishi, says the poet, by his poetic power, brings out forms, beautiful forms in\r\nthe high heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.35pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN\r\nstyle=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>In this respect, Shakespeare is incomparable. He\r\nhas through his words painted pictures, glowing living pictures of undying beauty.<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.9pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Indeed all poets do this, each in his own\r\nway. To create beautiful concrete images that stand vivid before the mind\'s eye\r\nis the natural genius of a poet. Here is a familiar picture, simple and\r\neffective, of a material vision:<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.9pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN\r\nstyle=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Cold blows the blast across the moor<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>The sleet drives hissing in the wind,<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Yon toilsome mountain lies before,<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>A dreary treeless waste behind.<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin:0 0in; mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Or we may take a pictorial presentation of\r\na gorgeous kind from Milton:<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin:0 0in; mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>High on a throne of royal state, which far<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Or where the gorgeous East with richest\r\nhand<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and\r\ngold,<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Satan exalted sat, by merit raised<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>To that bad eminence;. .</span><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\";mso-ansi-language:EN\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:112.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt;widows: 0;orphans: 0; line-height:150%\'><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.05pt;\r\nline-height:150%;widows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:\r\nEN\'>Or take this image drawn by a more delicate and subtle hand – it is\r\nWordsworth –<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.05pt;\r\nline-height:150%;widows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:\r\nEN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%;\r\nwidows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>I wandered\r\nlonely as a cloud<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%;\r\nwidows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'>That floats on\r\nhigh o\'er vales and hills,<o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%;\r\nwidows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%;\r\nwidows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'><span lang=EN style=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\";\r\nmso-ansi-language:EN\'>&sup1;</span><span lang=EN style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-ansi-language:\r\nEN\'> <i>Paradise Lost, </i></span><span lang=EN style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\nfont-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Bk. II. 1-6.</span><span lang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in;widows: 0;orphans: 0; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span\r\nlang=EN style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-ansi-language:EN\'>Page – 168</span><span\r\nlang=EN style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN\'><o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:7.65pt; line-height:150%\'>When all at once I saw a\r\ncrowd,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>A host, of golden daffodils,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Beside the lake, beneath the\r\ntrees,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Fluttering and dancing in the\r\nbreeze.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.6pt;\r\nline-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Or that wonder-image magically wrought in those famous\r\nunforgettable lines:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.6pt;\r\nline-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:56.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Have sight of Proteus rising\r\nfrom the sea,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:56.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Or hear old Triton blow his\r\nwreathed horn.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup2;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:9.65pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>We may turn to an Eastern poet to see how he too has\r\ngone the same way although in a different tone and temper. Here is a Kalidasian\r\nimage:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:9.65pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>To climb upon his Bull high\r\nand snow-white even like <st1:place><st1:PlaceType>Mount</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName>Kailas</st1:PlaceName></st1:place></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>The great Lord graciously\r\npresses his holy feet upon this back of mine;</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>I am his slave, Kumbhodara by\r\nname, Nikumbha\'s comrade.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup3;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:10.2pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>One can go on <i>ad infinitum, </i>for in a sense\r\npoetry is nothing but images. Still I am tempted to give a last citation from\r\nDante, the superb Dante, in his grand style simple:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:10.2pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><i>Lo giorno se n\' andava, e\r\nl\' aer bruno</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><i>Toglieva gli animai, ehe\r\nsono </i>in <i>terra</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><i>Dalle fatiehe loro.\'4</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Characteristically\r\nof the poet these lines give an image that is bareness itself, chiselled in\r\nstone or modelled in bronze.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>All\r\nthese images however, or most of them, belong to one</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:7.95pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> &quot;The Daffodils&quot;.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:7.95pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup2;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> &quot;The World is too much with us&quot;.</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:7.95pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup3;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> <i>Kailiisagauram vr!amiiruruk!o_</i></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:7.95pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>4 &quot;Now was the day departing, and the air, .\r\nImbrow\'d with shadows, from their toils released Al! animals on earth.&quot; <i>-Inferno\r\nII. </i>1-3.</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:7.95pt;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 169</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>category or genre. They are painted pictures, <i>still\r\nlife, </i>on the whole, presented in two dimensions. Kalidasa himself has\r\ndescribed the nature or character of this artistic effect. In describing a\r\ngesture of Uma he says, \'she moved not, she stopped not\' <i>(na yayau na\r\ntasthau); </i>it was, as it were, a movement suddenly arrested and held up on a\r\ncanvas. The imagery is as though of a petrification. The figures of statuary\r\npresent themselves to our eyes in this connection-a violent or intense action\r\nheld at one point and stilled, as for example, in the Laocoon or the Discabolo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>This is usually what the poets,\r\nthe great poets have done. They have presented living and moving bodies as\r\nfixed, stable entities, as a procession of statues. But Shakespeare\'s are not\r\nfixed stable pictures but living and moving beings. They do not appear as\r\npictures, even like moving pictures on a screen, a two-dimensional\r\nrepresentation. Life in Shakespeare appears, as in life, exactly like a\r\nthree-dimensional phenomenon. You seem to see forms and figures in the round,\r\nnot simply in a frontal view. A Shakespearean scene is not only a feast for the\r\neye but is apprehended as though through all the\' senses.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>However, we must not forget\r\nMichael Angelo in this connection. He is living, he is energetic, to a supreme\r\ndegree. If we seek anywhere intense authentic life-movement, it is there at its\r\nmaximum perhaps. Even his&quot; statues are a paean of throbbing pulsating\r\nbodies. Still he has planted moving life in immobility and stilled rigidity. It\r\nis a passing moment stopped as though by magic; a <i>mortis rigor </i>holds in\r\nand controls, as it were, a wild vigour spurting out.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>We know that almost no\r\nparaphernalia are really needed to present a Shakespearean drama on the stage.\r\nHis magical, all powerful words are sufficient to do the work of the decorative\r\nartist. The magic of the articulate word, the mere sound depicts, not only\r\ndepicts but carries you and puts you face to face with the living reality. I\r\nwill give you three examples to show how Shakespeare wields his Prosperian\r\nwand. First I take the lines from Macbeth, that present before you the <st1:place><st1:PlaceType>castle</st1:PlaceType>\r\n of <st1:PlaceName>Duncan</st1:PlaceName></st1:place>, almost physically –\r\nperhaps even a little more than physically – with its characteristic setting\r\nand atmosphere:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.6pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.5pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Dun.\r\nThis castle hath a pleasant seat; the air<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 170</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.5pt; line-height:150%\'>Nimbly and sweetly recommends\r\nitself Unto our gentle senses.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Ban. This guest of summer,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>The temple-haunting martlet,\r\ndoes approve </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>By his lov\'d mansionry that\r\nthe heaven\'s breath Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Buttress, nor coign of\r\nvantage, but this bird</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hath made his pendent bed and\r\nprocreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ\'d The air is\r\ndelicate.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;text-indent:9.9pt;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>The next scene is the famous episode in King Lear where <st1:City><st1:place>Gloucester</st1:place></st1:City>\r\nattempts – though vainly – comically, to kill himself. Here is the photograph,\r\nrather the cinematograph that defies, surpasses all cinema-artifice. I present\r\nit in two parts:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:9.9pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Glo.\r\nWhen shall I come to th\' top of that same hill?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Edg. I\r\nYou do climb up it now; look how we labour.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Glo.\r\nMethinks the ground is even.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:1.0in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Edg. Horrible steep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hark, do\r\nyou hear the sea?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Glo. No,\r\ntruly.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Edg. Why\r\nthen, your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes\' anguish:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Glo. So\r\nmay it be indeed.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Methinks\r\nthy voice is alter\'d, and thou speak\'st In better phrase and matter than thou\r\ndidst.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Edg.\r\nY\'are much deceiv\'d: in nothing am I chang\'d But in my garments.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Glo.\r\nMethinks y\'are better spoken.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Edg.\r\nCome on, sir; here\'s the place. Stand still. How fearful</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>And\r\ndizzy \'tis to cast one\'s eyes so low!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>The\r\ncrows and choughs that wing the midway air</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:128.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;line-height:150%\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> <i>Macbeth, </i>Act I, Sc. 6.</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 171</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p>Show scarce so gross as\r\nbeetles. Half-way down</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Hangs one that gathers\r\nsamphire-dreadful trade!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Methinks he seems-no bigger\r\nthan his head.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>The fishermen that walk upon\r\nthe beach</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Appear like mice; and yon\r\ntall anchoring bark</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Diminish\'d to her cock; her\r\ncock, a buoy</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Almost too small for sight.\r\nThe murmuring surge</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>That on th\' unnumb\'red idle\r\npebble chafes,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Cannot be heard so high. l\'ll\r\nlook no more;</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Lest my brain turn, and the\r\ndeficient sight</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:57.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'>Topple down headlong.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. Set me\r\nwhere you stand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Edg. Give me\r\nyour hand. You are now within a foot Of th\' extreme verge. For all beneath the\r\nmoon Would I not leap upright.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. Let go my\r\nhand.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:201.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:14.15pt;line-height:150%\'>. . . . . . . .\r\n. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:2.25pt; line-height:150%\'>Edg. Now\r\nfare ye well, good sir.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. With all\r\nmy heart.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:237.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:14.15pt;line-height:150%\'>. . . . . . . </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. <i>[Kneeling]</i>\r\nO you mighty gods!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>This world I do\r\nrenounce. . .</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><i>[Rising]</i>\r\nNow, fellow, fare thee well.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Edg. Gone, sir,\r\nfarewell,. ..</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:309.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:14.15pt;line-height:150%\'>II</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;mso-line-height-alt:9.9pt; line-height:150%\'>- Alive\r\nor dead?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Edg. Ho, you sir!\r\nFriend! Hear you, sir! Speak!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:273.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%\'>. . . . . . . . .</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>What are you,\r\nsir?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. Away, and\r\nlet me die.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Edg. Hadst thou\r\nbeen aught but gossamer, feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Thou\'dst\r\nshiver\'d like an egg; but thou dost breathe,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Hast heavy substance,\r\nbleed\'st not, speak\'st, art sound.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Ten masts at\r\neach make not the altitude</p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;tab-stops:0in;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 172</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Which thou hast\r\nperpendicularly fell.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Thy life\'s a\r\nmiracle. Speak yet again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. But have I\r\nfall\'n, or no?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Edg. From the\r\ndread summit of this chalky bourn.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Look up\r\na-height; the shrill-gorg\'d lark so far</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Cannot be seen\r\nor heard. Do but look up.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Gio. Alack, I\r\nhave no eyes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>. . . . . . . .\r\n.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Edg. Upon the\r\ncrown 0\' th\' cliff what thing was that Which parted from you?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>As I stood here\r\nbelow, methought his eyes</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Were two full\r\nmoons; he had a thousand noses,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Horns whelk\'d\r\nand waved like the enridged sea. It was some fiend. . .</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Glo. \'The\r\nfiend, the fiend\'. He led me to that place.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.5pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:15.05pt;mso-line-height-alt:7.65pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:15.05pt;mso-line-height-alt:7.65pt; line-height:150%\'>The last\r\none is the opening scene of Hamlet, an extraordinary scene familiar to the whole\r\nworld.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:10.2pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;\r\nmargin-left:.5in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;line-height:150%\'><span\r\nstyle=\'color:black\'>Francisco </span><i><span style=\'font-family:\"Arial Narrow\";\r\ncolor:black\'>at his </span><span style=\'color:black\'>post. Enter to him </span></i><span\r\nstyle=\'color:black\'>Barnardo</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:.5in;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Bar. Who\'s there?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Fran. Nay, answer\r\nme. Stand and unfold yourself.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Bar. Long live\r\nthe king!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Fran. Barnardo?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Bar. He.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Fran. You come\r\nmost carefully upon your hour.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Bar. \'Tis not\r\nstruck twelve;. get thee to bed, Francisco.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>Fran. For this\r\nrelief much thanks. \'Tis bitter cold,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;line-height:150%\'>And I am sick at\r\nheart.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar. Have\r\nyou had quiet guard?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Fran. Not\r\na mouse stirring.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar.\r\nWell, good night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>If you do\r\nmeet Horatio and Marcellus,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.0pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.0pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>The\r\nrivals of my watch, bid them make haste</p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;\r\nmargin-left:57.0pt;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;text-indent:-57.0pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'><i>Enter </i>Horatio <i>and </i>Marcellus</p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;\r\nmargin-left:57.0pt;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;text-indent:-57.0pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho!</p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;\r\nmargin-left:57.0pt;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;text-indent:-57.0pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Who is there?<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:.5in;line-height:\r\n150%; margin-top:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> <i>King Lear, </i>Act IV, Sc. 6.</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 173</span><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'><o:p></o:p></span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Hor. Friends to\r\nthis ground.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Mar. And\r\nliegemen to the Dane.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Fran. Give you\r\ngood night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Mar. O,\r\nfarewell, honest soldier!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:93.85pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-57.85pt;line-height:150%\'>Who hath\r\nreliev\'d you?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Fran.\r\nBarnardo hath my place.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Give you\r\ngood night.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar.\r\nHolla, Barnardo!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar. Say\r\n–</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>What, is\r\nHoratio there?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor. A\r\nPiece of him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar.\r\nWelcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar.\r\nWhat, has this thing appear\'d again to-night? </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar. I\r\nhave seen nothing. </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar.\r\nHoratio says \'tis but our fantasy,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>And will\r\nnot let belief take hold of him</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Touching\r\nthis dreaded sight, twice seen of us;</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Therefore\r\nI have entreated him along</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>With us\r\nto watch the minutes of this night,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>That, if\r\nagain this apparition come,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>He may\r\napprove our eyes and speak to it.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor.\r\nTush, tush, \'twill not appear.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar. Sit\r\ndown a while,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>And let\r\nus once again assail your ears,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>That are\r\nso fortified against our story,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>What we\r\nhave two nights seen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor.\r\nWell, sit we down,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>And let\r\nus hear Barnardo speak of this.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar.\r\nLast night of all,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>When\r\nyond same star that\'s westward from the pole Had made his course t\'illume that\r\npart of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus and myself,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>The\r\nbell then beating one –<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\ntext-indent:67.45pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><i>Enter </i>Ghost<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar. Peace,\r\nbreak thee off; look where it comes again.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar. In\r\nthe same figure, like the King that\'s dead.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar.\r\nThou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar.\r\nLooks\'a not like the King? Mark it, Horatio.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor.\r\nMost like. It harrows me with fear and wonder.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:91.55pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-55.55pt;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar. It\r\nwould be spoke to.<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;\r\nmargin-left:55.55pt;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;text-indent:-55.55pt;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 174</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar.\r\nQuestion it, Horatio. </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor.\r\nWhat art thou that usurp\'st this time of night</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Together\r\nwith that fair and warlike form</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>In which\r\nthe majesty of buried <st1:country-region><st1:place>Denmark</st1:place></st1:country-region></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Did\r\nsometimes march? By heaven I charge thee, speak!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar. It is\r\noffended.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar.\r\nSee, it stalks away. </p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor.\r\nStay! speak, speak! I charge thee, speak!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\' align=\"center\">\r\n<i>Exit\r\nGhost</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar.\r\n\'Tis gone, and will not answer.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Bar. How\r\nnow, Horatio! you tremble and look pale.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Is not\r\nthis something more than fantasy?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>What\r\nthink you on\'t?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor. Before\r\nmy God, I might not this believe</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Without\r\nthe sensible and true avouch</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Of mine\r\nown eyes.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar. Is\r\nit not like the King?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Hor. As\r\nthou art to thyself:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Such was\r\nthe very armour he had on</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>When he\r\nthe ambitious Norway combated;</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>So\r\nfrown\'d he once when, in an angry parle,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>He smote\r\nthe sledded Polacks on the ice.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>\'Tis\r\nstrange.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>Mar.\r\nThus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-top:0;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left:92.15pt;\r\nmargin-bottom:0;text-indent:-56.15pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%\'>With\r\nmartial stalk hath he gone by our watch.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.75pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:12.75pt;mso-line-height-alt:8.2pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>This is not at all a theatrical\r\nrepresentation on a stage where personages are acting; there is no make-up, no\r\nd<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&eacute;</span>cor. It is a real incident\r\nhappening before our eyes as it were, that we are invited to attend and\r\ncontemplate. It is not a story narrated but an event occurring upon earth\r\ndisclosed to our View.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Such is the magical creative power\r\nin the Shakespearean word. It is the evocative force of the articulate sound.\r\nIn India, we call it <i>mantra. </i>Mantra means a certain sum of syllables\r\ncharged with dynamic force, creative consciousness. It is that which induces\r\nlife into the body of a clay image, it is that which awakens the Divinity,\r\nestablishes Him in a dead material</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.6pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.6pt;\r\nline-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> <i>Hamlet, </i>Act I, Sc. 1.</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;line-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 175</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>form. Shakespeare has, as it were, instilled his\r\nlife\'s breath into his words and made them move and live as living creatures, physical\r\nbeings upon earth.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Borrowing an analogy from modern\r\nknowledge, I may say that the Shakespearean word is a particle or wave of\r\nlife-power. Modern science posits as the basis of the material creation, as its\r\nultimate constituents, these energy-particles. Even so it seems to me that at\r\nthe basis of all poetic creation there lie what may be called word-particles,\r\nand each poet has a characteristic quality or energy of the word-unit. The\r\nShakespearean word, I have said, is a life-energy packet; and therefore in his\r\nelaboration of the Word, living figures, moving creatures leap up to our sight.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:10.5pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Shakespeare himself has said of his hero Romeo,\r\ncharacterising the supreme beauty the hero embodies:</p>\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:10.5pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>&nbsp;</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:27.8pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>. . . when he shall die,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:27.8pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Take him and cut him out in little stars,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:27.8pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>And he will make the face of heaven so fine</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:27.8pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>That all the world will be in love with night.<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:90.15pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.6pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Even so the whole body of Shakespearean utterances\r\nmay be described as consisting, in the last analysis, of starry vocables,\r\nquanta of articulate life-energy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.35pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Yes, Shakespearean syllables\r\nare indeed the glorious members cut out of the body as it were of a beautiful\r\nvital being transmuted into heavenly luminaries.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.6pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>In the world of poetry Dante is\r\na veritable <i>avatar. </i>His language is a supreme magic. The word-unit in\r\nhim is a quantum of highly concentrated perceptive energy, Tapas. In Kalidasa\r\nthe quantum is that of the energy of the light in sensuous beauty. And Homer\'s\r\nvoice is a quantum of the luminous music of the spheres.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:justify;\r\ntext-indent:11.05pt;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>The word-unit, the language\r\nquantum in Sri Aurobindo\'s poetry is a packet of consciousness-force, a\r\nconcentrated power of Light (instinct with a secret Delight)-listen:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-indent:11.05pt;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Lone in\r\nthe silence and to the vastness bared,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Arial Narrow\"\'> <i>Romeo </i></span><i><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>and Juliet, </span></i><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Act\r\nIII, Sc. 2</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 176</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Against midnight\'s\r\ndumb abysses piled in front</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>A\r\ncolumned shaft of fire and light she rose.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>O\r\nWord, cry out the immortal litany:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'>Built\r\nis the golden tower, the flame-child born.<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup2;</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup1;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> Savitri, Book IX, Canto 1</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>&sup2;</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> Ibid. Book XI, Canto 1.</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:center;\r\nline-height:150%;border:medium none;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;\r\npadding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; margin-top:0\'>\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page – 177</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n  <p align=right style=\'margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:0;text-align:right;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:11.9pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\'><a href=\"-01-Index\"><span\r\nstyle=\'text-decoration:none;text-underline:none\'></span><span\r\nstyle=\'text-decoration:none;text-underline:none\'><a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img border=0 width=34\r\nheight=43 id=\"_x0000_i1025\" src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\"></a></span></a></p>\r\n\r\n  <div align=center> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n\r\n</div></td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>','-22_The Shakespearean Word','','publish','closed','open','','22_the-shakespearean-word','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/22_the-shakespearean-word/',0,'post','',0),(1928,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	\r\n	<TITLE></TITLE>\r\n	<META NAME=\"GENERATOR\" CONTENT=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n	<META NAME=\"CREATED\" CONTENT=\"20040511;10025700\">\r\n	<META NAME=\"CHANGED\" CONTENT=\"20040511;10032200\">\r\n	<STYLE>\r\n	<!--\r\n		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin-left: 1.25in; margin-right: 1.25in; margin-top: 1in; margin-bottom: 1in }\r\n		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }\r\n	-->\r\n	</STYLE>\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\" DIR=\"LTR\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Upgrading</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>THE tempo is enhanced.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Even so moves Life. The other way is towards Death. The\r\ninfra-red may be the base, the starting; but the run is</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>towards the ultra-violet.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>As you advance, you must quicken your steps. The bird\r\nflies quicker than the worm can crawl.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The daring pilot would shoot rocket-like past the\r\nsound-barrier.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The body walks slow. The pulse beats swifter: Instincts\r\nand desires rush faster still. Thought out-speeds them all.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But consciousness ranges supreme. In its superlative\r\nsweep it embraces the two eternities, so it seems to stand still. </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Tadejati tannaijati, </I>the Upanishad says.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>That is the law of motion. The higher one rises, the\r\nmore one is freed from the brake of gravitation. The vibration at the\r\nhighest status is of infinite frequency.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Frequency at infinity is a dead-stop.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But there are two infinities at two ends.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The higher infinity where the acceleration is raised to\r\nthe maximum possible and the lower infinity where it is reduced to\r\nthe zero point, the absolute zero.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The two are the immobile ends - the double status.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>At one end lies Matter, which is Energy concentrated and\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">stabilised</SPAN>; at the other end lies\r\nConsciousness concentrated and <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">stabilised.</SPAN></FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-GB\" ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 368</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But Energy and Consciousness are commensurables and\r\nconvertibles.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Consciousness is the luminosity of Energy at work.\r\nEnergy is the force of emanation of Light.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The potency below is to be transmuted, is being\r\ntransmuted into the potency above; the two are essentially one.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>When they meet and fuse together wholly, there occurs\r\nthe supreme incandescence, the world Epiphany.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 369</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.2in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"> \r\n  <a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"40\" height=\"51\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-56_Upgrading','','publish','closed','open','','56_upgrading','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/56_upgrading/',0,'post','',0),(1929,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>The\r\nPoetry in the Making</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">The\r\nPoetry in the Making</font></b></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=RIGHT style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>Is\r\nthe artist – the supreme artist, when he is a genius, that is to\r\nsay – conscious in his creation or is he unconscious? Two quite\r\nopposite views have been taken of the problem by the best of\r\nintelligences. On the one hand, it is said that genius is genius\r\nprecisely because it acts unconsciously, and on the other it is\r\nasserted with equal emphasis that genius is the capacity of taking\r\ninfinite pains, which means it is absolutely a self. conscious\r\nactivity.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>We take a third view of the matter and say that genius\r\nis neither unconscious or conscious but <I>superconscious. </I>And\r\nwhen one is superconscious, one can be in appearance either conscious\r\nor unconscious. Let us at the outset try to explain a little this\r\npsychological riddle.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>When we say one is conscious, we usually mean that one\r\nis conscious with the mental consciousness, with the rational\r\nintelligence, with the light of the brain. But this need not be\r\nalways so. For one can be conscious with other forms of consciousness\r\nor in other planes of consciousness. In the average or normal man the\r\nconsciousness is linked to or identified with the brain function, the\r\nrational intelligence and so we conclude that without this wakeful\r\nbrain activity there can be no consciousness. But the fact is\r\notherwise. The experiences of the mystic prove the point. The mystic\r\nis conscious on a level which we describe as higher than the mind and\r\nreason, he has what may be called the overhead consciousness. (Apart\r\nfrom the normal consciousness, which is named <I>jagrat, </I>waking,\r\nthe Upanishad speaks of three other increasingly subtler states of\r\nconsciousness, <I>swapna, sushupti </I>and <I>turiya.) </I>And then\r\none can be quite unconscious, as in <I>samadhi – that </I>can be\r\n<I>sushupti </I>or <I>turiya – or </I>partially conscious – in\r\n<I>swapna, </I>for example,</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.41cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 82</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>the\r\nexternal behaviour may be like that of a child or a lunatic or even a\r\ngoblin. One can also remain normally conscious and still be in the\r\nsuperconscience. Not only so, the mystic – the Yogi – can be\r\nconscious on infraconscious levels also; that is to say, he can enter\r\ninto and identify with the consciousness involved in life and even in\r\nMatter; he can feel and realise his oneness with the animal world,\r\nthe plant world and finally the world of dead earth, of &quot;stocks\r\nand stones&quot; too. For all these strands of existence have each\r\nits own type of consciousness and all different from the mode of mind\r\nwhich is normally known as consciousness. When St. Francis addresses\r\nhimself to the brother Sun or the sister Moon, or when the Upanishad\r\nspeaks of the tree silhouetted against the sky, as if stilled in\r\ntrance, we feel there is something of this fusion and identification\r\nof consciousness with an infra-conscient existence.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I said that the supreme artist is superconscious: his\r\nconsciousness withdraws from the normal mental consciousness and\r\nbecomes awake and alive in another order of consciousness. To that\r\nsuperior consciousness the artist\'s mentality – his ideas and\r\ndispositions, his judgments and valuations and acquisitions, in other\r\nwords, his normal psychological make-up – serves as a channel, an\r\ninstrument, a medium for transcription. Now, there are two stages, or\r\nrather two lines of activity in the processus, for they may be\r\noverlapping and practically simultaneous. First, there is the\r\nwithdrawal and the in-gathering of consciousness and then its\r\nreappearance into expression. The consciousness retires into a secret\r\nor subtle world – Words-worth\'s &quot;recollected in tranquillity&quot;\r\n-and comes back with the riches gathered or transmuted there. But the\r\npurity of the gold thus garnered and stalled in the artistry of words\r\nand sounds or lines and colours depends altogether upon the purity of\r\nthe channel through which it has to pass. The mental vehicle receives\r\nand records and it can do so to perfection if it is perfectly in tune\r\nwith what it has to receive and record; otherwise the transcription\r\nbecomes mixed and blurred, a faint or confused echo, a poor show. The\r\nsupreme creators are precisely those in whom the receptacle, the\r\ninstrumental faculties offer the least resistance and record with\r\nabsolute fidelity the experiences of the over or inner consciousness.\r\nIn Shakespeare, in Homer, in Valmiki the inflatus of the secret</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.41cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 83</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>consciousness,\r\nthe inspiration, as it is usually termed, bears down, sweeps away all\r\nobscurity or contrariety in the recording mentality, suffuses it with\r\nits own glow and puissance, indeed resolves it into its own\r\nsubstance, as it were. And the difference between the two, the secret\r\nnorm and the recording form, determines the scale of the artist\'s\r\ncreative value. It happens often that the obstruction of a too\r\ncritically observant and self-conscious brain-mind successfully\r\nblocks up the flow of something supremely beautiful that wanted to\r\ncome down and waited for an opportunity.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Artists themselves, almost invariably, speak of their\r\n<I>inspiration: </I>they look upon themselves more or less as mere\r\ninstruments of something or some Power that is beyond them, beyond\r\ntheir normal consciousness attached to the brain-mind, that controls\r\nthem and which they cannot control. This perception has been given\r\nshape in myths and legends. Goddess Saraswati or the Muses are,\r\nhowever, for them not a mere metaphor but concrete realities. To what\r\nextent a poet may feel himself to be a mere passive, almost\r\ninanimate, instrument – nothing more than a mirror or a sensitive\r\nphotographic plate-is illustrated in the famous case of Coleridge.\r\nHis <I>Kubla Khan, </I>as is well known, he heard in sleep and it was\r\na long poem very distinctly recited to him, but when he woke up and\r\nwanted to write it down he could remember only the opening lines, the\r\nrest having gone completely out of his memory; in other words, the\r\npoem was ready-composed somewhere else, but the transmitting or\r\nrecording instrument was faulty and failed him. Indeed, it is a\r\ncommon experience to hear in sleep verses or musical tunes and what\r\nseem then to be very beautiful things, but which leave no trace on\r\nthe brain and are not recalled in memory. </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Still, it must be noted that Coleridge is a rare\r\nexample, for the recording apparatus is not usually so faithful but\r\nputs up its own formations that disturb and alter the perfection of\r\nthe original. The passivity or neutrality of the intermediary is\r\nrelative, and there are infinite grades of it. Even when the larger\r\nwaves that play in it in the normal waking state are quieted down,\r\nsmaller ripples of unconscious or half-conscious habitual formations\r\nare thrown up and they are sufficient to cause the scattering and\r\ndispersal of the pure light from above.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.42cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 84</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>The\r\nabsolute passivity is attainable, perhaps, only by the Yogi. And in\r\nthis sense the supreme poet is a Yogi, for in his consciousness the\r\nhigher, deeper, subtler or other modes of experiences pass through\r\nand are recorded with the minimum aberration or diffraction.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But the Yogi is a wholly conscious being; a perfect Yogi\r\nis he who possesses a conscious and willed control over his\r\ninstruments, he silences them, as and when he likes, and makes them\r\nconvey and express with as little deviation as possible truths and\r\nrealities from the Beyond. Now the question is, is it possible for\r\nthe poet also to do something like that, to consciously create and\r\nnot to be a mere unconscious or helpless channel? Conscious artistry,\r\nas we have said, means to be conscious on two levels of consciousness\r\nat the same time, to be at home in both equally and simultaneously.\r\nThe general experience, however, is that of &quot;one at a time&quot;:\r\nif the artist dwells more in the one, the other retires into the\r\nbackground to the same measure. If he is in the over-consciousness,\r\nhe is only half-conscious in his brain consciousness, or even not\r\nconscious at all – he does not know how he has created, the sources\r\nor process of his creative activity, he is quite oblivious of them&quot;\r\ngone through them all as if <I>per saltum. </I>Such seems to have\r\nbeen the case with the <I>primitives, </I>as they are called, the\r\nelemental poets – Shakespeare and Homer and Valmiki. In some\r\nothers, who come very near to them in poetic genius, yet not quite on\r\na par, the instrumental intelligence is strong and active, it helps\r\nin its own way but in helping circumscribes and limits the original\r\nimpulsion. The art here becomes consciously artistic, but loses\r\nsomething of the initial freshness and spontaneity: it gains in\r\ncorrectness, polish and elegance and has now a style in lieu of\r\nNature\'s own naturalness. I am thinking of Virgil and Milton and\r\nKalidasa. Dante\'s place is perhaps somewhere in between. Lower in the\r\nrung where the mental medium occupies a still more preponderant place\r\nwe have intellectual poetry, poetry of the later classical age whose\r\nrepresentatives are Pope and Dryden. We can go farther down and land\r\nin the domain of versification – although here, too, there can be a\r\ngood amount of beauty in shape of ingenuity, cleverness and conceit:\r\nVoltaire and Delille are of this order in French poetry.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.39cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 85</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.5cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The three or four major orders I speak of in reference\r\nto conscious artistry are exampled characteristically in the history\r\nof the evolution of Greek poetry. It must be remembered, however, at\r\nthe very outset that the Greeks as a race were nothing if not\r\nrational and intellectual. It was an element of strong\r\nself-consciousness that they brought into human culture – that was\r\ntheir special gift. Leaving out of account Homer who was, as I said,\r\na <I>primitive, </I>their classical age began with Aeschylus who was\r\nthe first and the most spontaneous and intuitive of the Great Three.\r\nSophocles, who comes next, is more balanced and self-controlled and\r\npregnant with a reasoned thought-content clothed in polished\r\nphrasing. We feel here that the artist knew what he was about and was\r\nexercising a conscious control over his instruments and materials,\r\nunlike his predecessor who seemed to be completely carried away by\r\nthe onrush of the poetic <I>enthousiasmos. </I>Sophocles, in spite of\r\nhis artistic perfection or perhaps because of it, appears to be just\r\na little, one remove, away from the purity of the central inspiration\r\n– there is a veil, although a thin transparent veil, yet a veil\r\nbetween which intervenes. With the third of the Brotherhood,\r\nEuripides, we slide lower down – we arrive at a predominantly\r\nmental transcription of an experience or inner conception; but\r\nsomething of the major breath continues, an aura, a rhythm that\r\nmaintains the inner contact and thus saves the poetry. In a\r\nsubsequent age, in Theocritus, for example, poetry became truly very\r\nmuch \'sicklied o\'er with the pale cast of thought\', so much of\r\nvirtuosity and precocity entered into it; in other words, the poet\r\nthen was an excessively self-conscious artist. That seems to be the\r\ngeneral trend of all literature.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But should there be an inherent incompatibility between\r\nspontaneous creation and self-consciousness? As we have seen, a\r\nharmony and fusion can and do happen of the superconscious and the\r\nnormally conscious in the Yogi. Likewise, an artist also can be\r\nwakeful and transparent enough so that he is conscious on both the\r\nlevels simultaneously – above, he is conscious of the source and\r\norigin of his inspiration, and on the level plain he is conscious of\r\nthe working of the instrument, how the vehicle transcribes and\r\nembodies what comes from elsewhere. The poet\'s consciousness becomes\r\nthen divalent as</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.4cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 86</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>it\r\nwere – there is a sense of absolute passivity in respect of the\r\nreceiving apparatus and coupled and immisced with it there is also\r\nthe sense of dynamism, of conscious. agency as in his secret being he\r\nis the master of his apparatus and one with the Inspirer – in other\r\nwords, the poet is both a <I>seer <FONT FACE=\"Arial Narrow\">(kavih)\r\n</FONT></I>and a <I>creator </I>or <I>doer (poi<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">ē</FONT>t<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">ē</FONT>s).</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.38cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Not only so, the future development of the poetic\r\nconsciousness seems inevitably to lead to such a consummation in\r\nwhich the creative and the critical faculties will not be separate\r\nbut form part of one and indivisible movement. Historically, human\r\nconsciousness has grown from unconsciousness to con&shy;sciousness\r\nand from consciousness to self-consciousness; man\'s creative and\r\nartistic genius too has moved <I>pari passu </I>in the same\r\ndirection. The earliest and primitive poets were mostly unconscious,\r\nthat is to say, they wrote or said things as they came to them\r\nspontaneously, without effort, without reflection, they do not seem\r\nto know the whence and wherefore and whither of it all, they know\r\nonly that the wind bloweth as it listeth. That was when man had not\r\nyet eaten the fruit of knowledge, was still in the innocence of\r\nchildhood. But as he grew up and progressed, he became more and more\r\nconscious, capable of exerting and exercising a deliberate will and\r\ninitiating a purposive action, not only in the external practical\r\nfield but also in the psychological domain. If the earlier group is\r\ncalled &quot;primitives&quot;, the later one, that of conscious\r\nartists, usually goes by the name of &quot;classicists.&quot; Modern\r\ncreators have gone one step farther in the direction of\r\nself-consciousness, a return upon oneself, an inlook of full\r\nawareness and a free and alert activity of the critical faculties. An\r\nunconscious artist in the sense of the &quot;primitives&quot; is\r\nalmost an impossible phenomenon in the modern world. All are\r\nscientists: an artist cannot but be consciously critical, deliberate,\r\npurposive in what he creates and how he creates. Evidently, this has\r\ncost something of the old-world spontaneity and supremacy of\r\nutterance; but it cannot be helped, we cannot command the tide to\r\nroll back, Canute-like. The feature has to be accepted and a remedy\r\nand new orientation discovered.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The modern critical self-consciousness in the artist\r\noriginated with the Romantics. The very essence of Romanticism is\r\ncuriosity – the scientist\'s pleasure in analysing, observing, experimenting, </FONT>\r\n<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.41cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 87</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>changing the conditions of our reactions, mental or sentimental or\r\neven nervous and physical by way of discovery of new and unforeseen\r\nor unexpected modes of &quot;psychoses&quot; or psychological states.\r\nGoethe, Wordsworth, Stendhal represented a mentality and initiated a\r\nmovement which led logically to the age of Hardy, Housman and Bridges\r\nand in the end to that of Lawrence and Joyce, Ezra Pound and Eliot\r\nand Auden. On the Continent we can consider Flaubert as the last of\r\nthe classicists married to the very quintessence of Romanticism. A\r\nhard, self-regarding, self-critical mentality, a cold scalpel-like\r\ngaze that penetrates and upturns the reverse side of things is\r\nintimately associated with the poetic genius of Mallarm<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>\r\nand constitutes almost the whole of Val<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>ry\'s.\r\nThe impassioned lines of a very modern poet like Aragon are also\r\ncharacterised by a consummate virtuosity in chiselled artistry,\r\nconscious and deliberate and willed at every step and turn.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The consciously purposive activity of the poetic\r\nconsciousness – in fact, of all artistic consciousness – has\r\nshown itself with a clear and unambiguous emphasis in two directions.\r\nFirst of all with regard to the subject-matter: the old-world poets\r\ntook things as they were, as they were obvious to the eye, things of\r\nhuman nature and things of physical Nature, and without questioning\r\ndealt with them in the beauty of their normal form and function. The\r\nmodern mentality has turned away from the normal and the obvious: it\r\ndoes not accept and admit the &quot;given&quot; as the final and\r\ndefinitive norm of things. It wishes to discover and establish other\r\nnorms, it strives to bring about changes in the nature and condition\r\nof things, envisage the shape of things to come, work for a brave new\r\nworld. The poet of today, in spite of all his effort to remain a pure\r\npoet, in spite of Housman\'s advocacy of nonsense and not-sense being\r\nthe essence of true Art, is almost invariably at heart an\r\nincorrigible prophet. In revolt against the old and established order\r\nof truths and customs, against all that is normally considered as\r\nbeautiful, – ideals and emotions and activities of man or aspects\r\nand scenes and movements of Nature – against God or spiritual life,\r\nthe modern poet turns deliberately to the ugly and the macabre, the\r\nmeaningless, the insignificant and the trifling – tins and teas,\r\nbone and dust and dustbin, hammer and sickle – he is still a\r\nprophet, a violent</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.42cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<span style=\"font-size:10pt;\">Page – 88</span><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>one,\r\nan iconoclast, but one who has his own icon, a terribly jealous\r\nbeing, that seeks to pull down the past, erase it, to break and\r\nbatter and knead the elements in order to fashion out of them\r\nsomething conforming to his heart\'s desire. There is also the class\r\nwho have the vision and found the truth and its solace, who are\r\nprophets, angelic and divine, messengers and harbingers of a new\r\nbeauty that is to dawn upon earth. And yet there are others in whom\r\nthe two strains mingle or approach in a strange way. All this means\r\nthat the artist is far from being a mere receiver, a mechanical\r\nexecutor, a passive unconscious instrument, but that he is supremely\'\r\nconscious and master of his faculties and implements. This fact is\r\ndoubly reinforced when we find how much he is preoccupied with the\r\ntechnical aspect of his craft. The richness and variety of patterns\r\nthat can be given to the poetic form know no bounds today. A few\r\nmajor rhythms were sufficient for the ancients to give full\r\nexpression to their poetic inflatus. For they cared more for some\r\nmajor virtues, the basic and fundamental qualities – such as truth,\r\nsublimity, nobility, forcefulness, purity, simplicity, clarity,\r\nstraightforwardness; they were more preoccupied with what they had to\r\nsay and they wanted, no doubt, to say it beautifully and powerfully;\r\nbut the <I>modus operandi </I>was not such a passion or obsession\r\nwith them, it had not attained that almost absolute value for itself\r\nwhich modern craftsmanship gives it. As technology in practical life\r\nhas become a thing of overwhelming importance to man today, become,\r\nin the Shakespearean phrase, his &quot;be-all and end-all&quot;, even\r\nso the same spirit has invaded and pervaded his aesthetics too. The\r\nsubtleties, variations and refinements, the revolutions, reversals\r\nand inventions which the modern poet has ushered and takes delight\r\nin, for their own sake, I repeat, for their intrinsic interest, not\r\nfor the sake of the subject which they have to embody and clothe,\r\nhave never been dream by Aristotle, the supreme legislator among the\r\nancients, nor by Horace, the almost incomparable craftsman among the\r\nancients in the domain of poetry. Man has become, to be sure, a\r\nself-conscious creator to the pith of his bone.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Such a stage in human evolution, the advent of <I>Homo\r\nFaber, </I>has been a necessity; it has to serve a purpose and it has\r\ndone admirably its work. Only we have to put it in its proper place.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.42cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 89</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>The\r\nsalvation of an extremely self-conscious age lies in an exceeding and\r\nnot in a further enhancement or an exclusive concentration of the\r\nself-consciousness, nor, of course, in a falling back into the\r\noriginal unconsciousness. It is this shift in the poise of\r\nconsciousness that has been presaged and prepared by the conscious,\r\nthe scientific artists of today. Their task is to forge an instrument\r\nfor a type of poetic or artistic creation completely new, unfamiliar,\r\nalmost revolutionary which the older mould would find it impossible\r\nto render adequately. The yearning of the human consciousness was not\r\nto rest satisfied with the familiar and the ordinary, the pressure\r\nwas for the discovery of other strands, secret stores of truth and\r\nreality and beauty. The first discovery was that of the great\r\nUnconscious, the dark and mysterious and all-powerful subconscient.\r\nMany of our poets and artists have been influenced by this power,\r\nsome even sought to enter into that region and become its denizens.\r\nBut artistic inspiration is an emanation of Light; whatever may be\r\nthe field of its play, it can have its origin only in the higher\r\nspheres, if it is to be truly beautiful and not merely curious and\r\nscientific.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.38cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>That is what is wanted at present in the artistic\r\nworld-the true inspiration, the breath from higher altitudes. And\r\nhere comes the role of the mystic, the Yogi. The sense of evolution,\r\nthe march of human consciousness demands and prophesies that the\r\nfuture poet has to be a mystic-in him will be fulfilled the travail\r\nof man\'s conscious working. The self-conscious craftsman, the\r\ntireless experimenter with his adventurous analytic mind has\r\nsharpened his instrument, made it supple and elastic, tempered,\r\nrefined and enriched it; that is comparable to what we call the\r\naspiration or call from below. Now the Grace must descend and fulfil.\r\nAnd when one rises into this higher consciousness beyond the brain\r\nand mind, when one lives there habitually, one knows the why and the\r\nhow of things, one becomes a perfectly conscious operator and still\r\nretains all spontaneity and freshness and wonder and magic that are\r\nusually associated with inconscience and irreflection. As there is a\r\nspontaneity of instinct, there is likewise also a spontaneity of\r\nvision: a child is spontaneous in its movements, even so a seer. Not\r\nonly so, the higher spontaneity is more spontaneous, for the higher\r\nconsciousness means not only</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.38cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 90</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>awareness\r\nbut the free and untrammeled activity and expression of the truth and\r\nreality it is.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Genius had to be generally more or less unconscious in\r\nthe past, because the instrument was not ready, was clogged as it\r\nwere with its own lower grade movements; the higher inspiration had\r\nvery often to bypass it, or rob it of its serviceable materials\r\nwithout its knowledge, in an almost clandestine way. Wherever it was\r\nawake and vigilant, we have seen it causing a diminution in the\r\npoetic potential. And yet even so, it was being prepared for a\r\ngreater role, a higher destiny it is to fulfil in the future. A\r\nconscious and full participation of a refined and transparent and\r\nenriched instrument in the delivery of superconscious truth and\r\nbeauty will surely mean not only a new but the very acme of aesthetic\r\ncreation. We thus foresee the age of spiritual art in which the sense\r\nof creative beauty in man will find its culmination. Such an art was\r\nonly an exception, something secondary or even tertiary, kept in the\r\nbackground, suggested here and there as a novel strain, called\r\n&quot;mystic&quot; to express its unfamiliar nature-unless, of\r\ncourse, it was openly and obviously scriptural and religious.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I have spoken of the source of inspiration as\r\nessentially and originally being a super-consciousness or\r\nover-consciousness. But to be more precise and accurate I should add\r\nanother source, an <I>inner </I>consciousness. As the\r\nsuper-consciousness is imaged as lying <I><FONT FACE=\"Arial Narrow\">above\r\n</FONT></I>the normal consciousness, so the inner consciousness may\r\nbe described as lying <I>behind </I>or <I>within </I>it. The movement\r\nof the inner consciousness has found expression more often and more\r\nlargely than that of over-consciousness in the artistic creation of\r\nthe past : and that was in keeping with the nature of the old-world\r\ninspiration, for the inspiration that comes from the inner\r\nconsciousness, which can be considered as the lyrical inspiration,\r\ntends to be naturally more &quot;spontaneous&quot;, less conscious,\r\nsince it does not at all go by the path of the head, it evades that\r\nas much as possible and goes by the path of the heart.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But the evolutionary urge, as I have said, has always\r\nbeen to bring down or instil more and more light and\r\nself-consciousness into the depths of the heart too: and the first\r\nresult has been an intellectualisation, a rationalisation of the\r\nconsciousness, a movement of scientific observation and criticism</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2> Page-91</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>which\r\nvery naturally leads to a desiccation of the poetic enthusiasm and\r\nfervour. But a period of transcendence is in gestation. All efforts\r\nof modern poets and craftsmen, even those that seem apparently queer,\r\nbizarre and futile, are at bottom a travail for this transcendence,\r\nincluding those that seem contradictory to it.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Whether the original and true source of the poet\'s\r\ninspiration lies deep within or high above, all depends upon the\r\nmediating instrument-the mind (in its most general sense) and\r\nspeech-for a successful transcription. Man\'s ever-growing\r\nconsciousness demanded also a conscious development and remoulding of\r\nthese two factors. A growth, a heightening and deepening of the\r\nconsciousness meant inevitably a movement towards the spiritual\r\nelement in things. And that means, we have said, a twofold change in\r\nthe future poet\'s make-up. First as regards the substance. The\r\nrevolutionary shift that we notice in modern poets towards a\r\ncompletely new domain of subject-matter is a signpost that more is\r\nmeant than what is expressed. The superficialities and futilities\r\nthat are dealt with do not in their outward form give the real trend\r\nof things. In and through all these major and constant preoccupation\r\nof our poets is &quot;the pain of the present and the passion for the\r\nfuture&quot;: they are, as already stated, more prophets than poets,\r\nbut prophets for the moment crying in the wilderness although some\r\nhave chosen the path of denial and revolt. They are all looking ahead\r\nor beyond or deep down, always yearning for another truth and reality\r\nwhich will explain, justify and transmute the present calvary of\r\nhuman living. Such an acute tension of consciousness has necessitated\r\nan overhauling of the vehicle of expression too, the creation of a\r\nmode of expressing the inexpressible. For that is indeed what human\r\nconsciousness and craft are aiming at in the present stage of man\'s\r\nevolution. For everything, almost everything that can be normally\r\nexpressed has been expressed and in a variety of ways as much as is\r\npossible: that is the history of man\'s aesthetic creativity. Now the\r\neye probes into the unexpressed world; for the artist too the\r\nUpanishadic problem has cropped up:</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>By whom impelled does the mind fall to its target, what\r\nis the agent that is behind the eye and sees through the eyes,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.4cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page-92</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>what\r\nis the hearing and what the speech that their respective sense organs\r\ndo not and cannot convey and record adequately or at all?</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Like the modern scientist the artist or craftsman too of\r\ntoday has become a philosopher, even a mystic philosopher. The\r\nsubtler and higher ranges of consciousness are now the object of\r\ninquiry and investigation and expression and revelation for the\r\nscientist as well as for the artist. The external</FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>sense-objects,\r\nthe phenomenal movements are symbols and signposts, graphs and\r\npointer-readings of facts and realities that lie hidden, behind or\r\nbeyond. The artist and the scientist are occult alchemists. What to\r\nmake of this, for example:</FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.95cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Beyond the shapes of empire, the capes of Carbonek, over\r\nthe topless waves of trenched Broceliande, drenched by the\r\neverlasting spray of existence, with no mind\'s sail</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.95cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>reefed or set, no slaves at the motived oars, drove into\r\nand clove the wind from unseen shores. Swept from all altars,\r\nswallowed in a path of power by the wrath</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.95cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>that wrecks the pirates in the Narrow Seas,.. . .\r\nmultiple without dimension, indivisible without uniformity, the ship\r\nof Solomon (blessed be he) drove on.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>Well,\r\nit is sheer incantation. It is word-weaving, rhythm plaiting,\r\nthought-wringing in order to pass beyond these frail materials, to\r\nget into contact with, to give some sense of the mystery of existence\r\nthat passeth understanding. We are very far indeed from the &quot;natural&quot;\r\npoets, Homer or Shakespeare, Milton, or Virgil. And this is from a\r\nprofane, a mundane poet, not an ostensibly religious or spiritual\r\npoet. The level of the poetic inspiration, at least of the poetic\r\nview and aspiration has evidently shifted to a higher, a deeper\r\ndegree. We may be speaking of tins and tinsel, bones and dust, filth\r\nand misery, of the underworld of ignorance and ugliness,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>All\r\nthings uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.34cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=1 STYLE=\"font-size: 8pt\"><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT>\r\n&quot;The Last Voyage&quot; by Charles Williams-A <I>Little Book of\r\nModern Verse, </I>(Faber and Faber).</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.34cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page-93</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>and\r\nthe imaginative idealist, the romantically spiritual poet says that\r\nthese or</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a\r\nlumbering cart,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry\r\nmould,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>all,\r\nall the dark spots and blotches on the fair face of earth and\r\nhumanity</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.95cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the\r\ndeeps of my heart.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>and\r\nhe cries out:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be\r\ntold;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>and\r\ndeclares the ardent aspiration of his heart and soul:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I hunger to build them anew, and sit on a green knoll\r\napart,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like\r\na casket of gold</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the\r\ndeeps of my heart.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>But\r\nthe more truly modern mind looks at the thing in a slightly different\r\nway. The good and the evil are not, to it, contrary to each other:\r\none does not deny or negate the other. They are intermixed, fused in\r\na mysterious identity. The best and the worst are but two conditions,\r\ntwo potentials of the same entity. Baudelaire, who can be considered\r\nas the first of the real moderns in many ways, saw and experienced\r\nthis intimate polarity or identity of opposites in human nature and\r\nconsciousness. What is Evil, who is the Evil One:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.38cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT>  W. B. Yeats: &quot;The\r\nLover tells of the Rose in his <I>Heart&quot;-The Wind among the\r\nReeds.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; font-style:normal; text-indent:0.38cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page-94</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Une Id<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>e, une\r\nForme, Un <FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&Ecirc;</FONT>tre</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Parti de l\' azur et tomb<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT></I></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Dans un Sryx bourbeux et plomb<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT></I></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>O<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&ugrave;</FONT> nul <FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&aelig;</FONT>il\r\ndu Ciel ne p<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>n<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&egrave;</FONT>tre;<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT>\r\n</I></FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n&nbsp;</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>				(L\'Irremediable)</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3><FONT FACE=\"Arial\">I\r\nAnd </FONT>therefore it is not so irremediable as it appears to be.\r\nFor the miracle happens and is an inevitable natural phenomenon, and\r\nthat is why</FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Par l\'op<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>ration\r\nd\'un myst<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&egrave;</FONT>re vengeur</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><SPAN STYLE=\"font-weight: medium\"><I><FONT FACE=\"Times New Roman\">Dans\r\nla brute assoupie un ange se r<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>veille.\r\n</FONT><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT></I></SPAN></FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>				(L\' Aube spirituelle)</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>Heaven\r\nand Earth are not incommensurables, divinity and humanity function as\r\none reality, towards one purpose and end: cruel heaven, miserable\r\nhumanity? Well, this is how they appear to the poet\'s eye:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Le Ciel! couvercle noir de la grande marmite </I></FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>O<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&ugrave;</FONT> bout\r\nl\'imperceptible et vaste Humanit<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;&sup3;</FONT>\r\n</I></FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>				(Le Couvercle)</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In other words, the tension in the human consciousness\r\nhas been raised to the nth power, the heat of a brooding\r\nconsciousness is about to lead it to an outburst of new creation <I>sah\r\ntapastaptva. </I>Human self-consciousness, the turning of oneself\r\nupon oneself, the probing and projecting of oneself into oneself –\r\nself-consciousness raised so often to the degree of self-torture,\r\nmarks the acute travail of the spirit. The thousand &quot;isms&quot;\r\nand &quot;logies&quot; that pullulate in all fields of life, from the\r\npolitical to the artistic or even the religious and the spiritual\r\nindicate how the human laboratory is working at white heat. They are\r\nbreaches in the circuit of the consciousness, volcanic eruptions from\r\nbelow or cosmic-ray irruptions from above,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT>\r\nAn Idea, a Form, a Being left the azure and fell into the mud and\r\ngrey of a Styx where no eye from Heaven can penetrate.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT>\r\nAn avenging Mystery operating, out of the drowsy animal awakes an\r\nangel.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup3;</FONT>\r\nHeaven! it is the dark lid upon the huge cauldron in which the\r\nimperceptible and vast humanity is boiling.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=2><I>\r\n– Les Fleurs du Mal.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; font-style:normal; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page-95</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"font-style:normal; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>tearing open the normal limit and boundary –\r\nBaudelaire\'s <I>couvercle</I> or the &quot;golden lid&quot; of the\r\nUpanishads-disclosing and bringing into the light of common day\r\nrealities beyond and unseen till now.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><SPAN STYLE=\"font-weight: medium\">If</SPAN><B> </B>so\r\nlong the poet was more or less a passive, a half-conscious or\r\nunconscious intermediary between the higher and the lower lights and\r\ndelights, his role in the future will be better fulfilled when he\r\nbecomes fully aware of it and consciously moulds and directs his\r\ncreative energies. The poet is and has to be the harbinger and\r\nminstrel of unheard-of melodies: he is the fashioner of the creative\r\nword that brings down and embodies the deepest aspirations and\r\nexperiences of the human consciousness. The poet is a missionary: he\r\nis missioned by Divine Beauty to radiate upon earth something of her\r\ncharm and wizardry. The ful1ness of his role he can only play up when\r\nhe is fully conscious – for it is under that condition that all\r\nobstructing and obscuring elements lying across the path of\r\ninspiration can be completely and wholly eradicated: the instrument\r\npurified and tempered and transmuted can hold and express golden\r\ntruths and beauties and puissances that otherwise escape the too\r\nhuman mould.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.41cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 96</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"34\" height=\"43\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-09_The Poetry in the Making','','publish','closed','open','','09_the-poetry-in-the-making','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/09_the-poetry-in-the-making/',0,'post','',0),(1930,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	\r\n	<TITLE>Human\r\nDestiny</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\" DIR=\"LTR\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\">\r\n<B><font size=\"4\">Human\r\nDestiny</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3><FONT FACE=\"Courier New, monospace\">ANTHROPOLOGISTS<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">¹</FONT>\r\n</FONT>speak of a very interesting, if not strange biological\r\nphenomenon. A baby monkey\'s face, it seems, is much nearer to the\r\nadult human face than to its own form when adult and grown-up. Also\r\nthe characteristic accentuations that mark out the grown-up ape come\r\nin its case too soon, but the human being continues, generally and on\r\nthe whole, the stamp of his early, i.e., immature <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">animality</SPAN>\r\nthrough-out his life. The rough and gold blotches, the rude and crude\r\nstructures that make up the adult simian face, meaning all the\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">specialisation</SPAN> of its character are not\r\ninherited by man; man retains always something of the fragility and\r\neffeminacy of the child. Reference is made to the fore cranium\r\nproportion, delicate jaws corresponding smaller teeth, shortened\r\ncranial base, expanding brain, bulging forehead, face retracted\r\nneatly beneath the brow which are characteristics of the simian baby.\r\nThere is a lack of a certain forceful hard masculinity that becomes\r\nso dominant in the ultimate phase.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This phenomenon is akin and may be linked to the other\r\none also pointed out by anthropologists. A new species, it is said,\r\ngrows not out of a mature, fully developed, that is to say,\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">specialised</SPAN> type, but out of an earlier,\r\nsomewhat immature, undeveloped, non-<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">specialised</SPAN>\r\ntype. The new shoot of the genealogical tree branches out not from\r\nthe topmost, the latest stem, but from one just below it, an earlier\r\nstock. The latest means the most developed, that is to say, the most\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">specialised</SPAN>, and that means <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">fossilised\r\n</SPAN><span lang=\"en-gb\"><font face=\"Times New Roman\">—</font></span>barren; nothing new can be produced out of that; it can\r\nrepeat only what was before so long as it does not die out and\r\nperish.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The aboriginal types that have survived today are, it\r\nhas </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">¹</FONT>\r\n<I>The Immense Journey , </I>by Loren EiseIey.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page -  295</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>also\r\nbeen pointed out, a growth towards decline and deterioration, owing\r\nto a stereotyped functioning and a consequent coarsening and\r\nhardening of traits, both psychological and physical, a loss of\r\nplasticity, loss of the &quot;early innocence.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The continuance and maintenance of an innocent baby\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">animality</SPAN> in man shown in his physical\r\nfeatures has been termed reversion to type or f<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&amp;oelig;</FONT>talisation.\r\nSome declare that for man at least it is a sign of weakness, a\r\npossible incapacity to face squarely the blows of life and nature.\r\nThis is due to culture and refinement that makes one sensitive but\r\nweak. There have been races in the past that attained cultural\r\neffeminacy-the Egyptians for example-and could not last, last long\r\nenough to withstand the impact of less cultured, less refined, but\r\nmore vigorous races. The Gr<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">æ</FONT>co-Roman\r\nsucceeded the Egyptian, but they too in their turn were overwhelmed\r\nby the onslaught of ruder races, the Nordic barbarians, and gave way\r\nand perished. And once more, in the modern age, do we not see the\r\nrepetition of a similar drama? The more cultured, the more refined,\r\nthe older races seem to have paid heavily for their culture and\r\nrefinement by being more and more delicate and weak and thus being\r\nslowly pushed to the wall by newer races built with heavier and\r\ncoarser gram.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But that perhaps is not the real truth of the matter. It\r\nmay be considered in a somewhat different perspective. We say\r\ncultures, races, species die not because they become too refined,\r\ndelicate, effeminate, but rather because they develop on a single\r\ntrack; they become lop-sided, <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">specialised</SPAN>,\r\nrigid, <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">fossilised</SPAN>, as we have already said.\r\nCircumstances change, the environment brings up new conditions and if\r\nthe previous form continues in its groove and does not know how to\r\nreact adequately to the demand, is petrified and unchanging, then it\r\nbreaks and is thrown away as a thing of the dead past.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A certain plasticity, a good deal of it, a little less\r\nfinality with regard to structure and function, youthfulness, in one\r\nword, is the basic condition of life and life\'s progress. Hence even\r\nan immaturity, a certain slowness in pubescence, a longer adolescence\r\nsignifies a more enduring plasticity, that is to say, the capacity\r\nfor change and progress. A quick leap into old age and fixity, as is\r\nthe rule with the lower animals, means</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page -  296</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>arrest\r\nof all growth and sooner or later decay and dissolution. Even if such\r\na life-form continues to exist, the existence is only death in life;\r\na fossil exists for millions of years: it is not a significant\r\nexistence.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>If man has maintained a longer and greater youthfulness\r\nthan his animal forbears, it means he has greater possibilities and\r\nthrough longer vistas of time. But leaving aside the animal creation,\r\nif we consider man himself and his prospect, certain conclusions\r\nforcibly present themselves which we shall try to clarify.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>On a comparatively shorter view of the human evolution\r\nwe observe as, for example, Spengler has shown, a serial or serials\r\nof the rise and fall of races and nations and cultures. Is that a\r\nmere repetition, more or less of the same or very similar facts of\r\nlife, or is there a running thread that points to a growth, at least\r\na movement towards some goal or purpose to attain and <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">fulfil</SPAN>?\r\nThe present cycle of humanity, which we may call and is usually\r\ncalled the historic age, dates from the early Egyptians and, in\r\nIndia, from the ancestral Vedic sages <I><FONT FACE=\"Arial Narrow, sans-serif\">(p<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">u</FONT>rve\r\n</FONT>pitrah). </I>On a longer outlook, what has been the nature of\r\nman\'s curve of life since then to the present day? Races and cultures\r\nhave risen and have perished, but they have been pursuing one line,\r\nmoving towards one direction  - the growth of <I>homo</I> <I>fabricus\r\n- the </I>term coined by Nietzsche -Man the artisan. Man has become\r\nman through the discovery and use of tools - from tools of stone to\r\ntools of iron, that marks his growth from primitiveness to\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">civilisation.</SPAN> And the degree of\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">civilisation</SPAN>, the distance he has <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">travelled</SPAN>\r\nfrom his origins is measured precisely by the development of his\r\ntools in respect of precision, variety, efficiency, serviceability.\r\nViewed from that standpoint the modern man has <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">travelled</SPAN>\r\nindeed very far and has <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">civilised</SPAN> himself\r\nconsummately. For the tools have become the whole man; man has lost\r\nhis human element and almost become a machine. A machine cannot run\r\nindefinitely, it has got to stop when life is not there. So it is\r\noften prognosticated now that man is at the end of his career. He is\r\nsoon going to be a thing of the past, an extinct race - like one of\r\nthe prehistoric species that died out because they could not change\r\nwith the circumstances of life, because they became unchanging, hard\r\nand brittle, so</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.18in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page -  297</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>to\r\nsay, and fell to pieces, or otherwise they continued to exist but in\r\na degraded, a mere vegetative form.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But, as we have said, man seems to have yet retained his\r\nyouthfulness. He always just falls short of the perfect perfection,\r\nthat is to say, in any single form or expression of life. Life did\r\nbecome stereotyped, <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">mechanised</SPAN>, and\r\ntherefore <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">fossilised</SPAN>, more or less, in\r\nEgypt of the later Dynasties; in India too life did not become less\r\ninert and vegetative during two long periods, once just preceding the\r\nadvent of the Buddha,.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.15in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>and a second time just preceding the <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">Moslem</SPAN>\r\nadvent-and a third time perhaps just preceding the British advent.\r\nAnd yet man has survived all falls and has been reborn and\r\nrejuvenated every time he seems to be off the stage.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The very lack of perfection and fixity in the human\r\nconsciousness leaves a kind of plasticity in his nature and therefore\r\nan opening towards further life and progress. However perfect man\'s\r\nsten-gun is, it is not as sure and efficient as the bee\'s sting. Man\r\noutlives, because he progresses through apparent regressions. The\r\ncycles of human life upon earth are not mere repetitions of the same\r\npattern as some have supposed, they indicate a growth and\r\ndevelopment. We have referred to the growth and development in the\r\nmatter of tools,. but that is only a sign and expression of another\r\ngrowth and development - development in mind and consciousness. In\r\nthe earlier races of mankind there was a vital, a kind of instinctive\r\nand intuitive - Bergsonian - light of consciousness; that slowly has\r\ngrown into a rich intellectual consciousness, and significantly and\r\ncharacteristically, into a more and more self-conscious\r\nconsciousness. That points to man\'s characteristic progressive march\r\nthrough all the changes in his life-pattern.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The danger in the growth and progress of the\r\nconsciousness is that it progresses along a definite line or lines,\r\ncuts out a groove and in the end lands into a blind alley or\r\n<I>cul-de-sac.</I>This, as I have said, is perhaps the original or\r\nsecret cause of decline and fall of many individual races and\r\nnations. But on the whole mankind steps back, it seems, just at the\r\ndanger point and escapes the final catastrophe. A new vein of\r\nconsciousness awakes in man and gives him a new power of\r\nself-adjustment. From Imperial Egypt to, say, modern France or Russia\r\nis a far cry; the two ends give very different connotations</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.17in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page -  298</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>of\r\nthe human consciousness, although there are many things common in\r\ncertain life-instincts and some broad mental impulsions. And there is\r\nnot only progress, that is to say, advancement on the same plane, but\r\nthere is a kind of ascension on a somewhat different plane.\r\nYajnavalkya represented a type of <I>elite </I>which is far away and\r\nfar other than that of Vivekananda, for example, today.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.21in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>We have described man, especially, modern man as <I>homo\r\nfabricus; </I>but that is a particular aspect of application of <I><FONT FACE=\"Arial Narrow, sans-serif\">homo\r\n</FONT>intellectualis. </I>And it is a sign and warning that he must\r\nstep back and look for a new connotation of his consciousness in\r\norder to go forward and continue to exist. If, as we have said in the\r\nbeginning, man is capable of a durable youthfulness, by his very\r\nnature, it means he has a resiliency that will enable him to leap\r\ninto new conditions and adapt himself to them more easily and without\r\nmuch delay. </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.21in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Mankind has to enter and is entering into new conditions\r\nof life, it has to adopt a new mode of living; and for that a new\r\nmode of consciousness is imperative and imminent.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Human history has shown that man is capable of facing\r\ncatastrophic changes and himself undergoing such changes. At this\r\ncritical turn of human history where we stand today, man has to\r\nchoose his destiny -either the Capitol or the Tarpeian Rock, as in\r\nthe classical phrase. Either he becomes a new man with a new\r\nconsciousness or he goes down into inconscience and is no more man.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.16in; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0in; padding-bottom: 0.03in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page -  299</FONT></P>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"36\" height=\"46\" border=\"0\"></a></p>\r\n<div align=\"right\"> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-46_Human Destiny','','publish','closed','open','','46_human-destiny','','','2021-11-23 17:58:36','2021-11-23 17:58:36','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/46_human-destiny/',0,'post','',0),(1931,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>Walter Hilton: “The Scale of\r\nPerfection</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent:2.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Walter Hilton: “The Scale of\r\nPerfection&quot;</font></b></p>\r\n		<p align=\"center\" style=\"text-indent:2.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"><BR>\r\n</p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>FROM\r\nthe twentieth century back to the fourteenth is a far cry: a far cry\r\nindeed from the modern scientific illumination to mediaeval\r\nsuperstition, from logical positivists and mathematical rationalists\r\nto visionary mystics, from Russell and Huxley to Ruysbroeck and\r\nHilton. The mystic lore, the Holy Writ, the mediaeval sage says,\r\nechoing almost the very words of the Eastern Masters, &quot;may not\r\nbe got by study nor through man\'s travail only, but principally by\r\nthe grace of the Holy Ghost.&quot; As for the men living and moving\r\nin the worldly way, there are &quot;so mickle din and crying in their\r\nheart and vain thoughts and fleshly desires&quot; that it is\r\nimpossible for them to listen or understand the still small voice. It\r\nis the pure soul touched by the Grace that alone &quot;seeth\r\nsoothfastness of Holy Writ wonderly shewed and opened, above study\r\nand travail and reason of man\'s kindly (i.e. natural) wit.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.43cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>What is day to us is night to the mystics and what is\r\nday to the mystics is night for us. The first thing the mystic asks\r\nis to close precisely those doors and windows which we, on the\r\ncontrary, feel obliged to keep always open in order to know and to\r\nlive and move. The Gita says: &quot;The sage is wakeful when it is\r\nnight for all creatures and when all creatures are wakeful, that is\r\nnight for the sage.&quot; Even so this sage from the West says: &quot;The\r\nmore I sleep from outward things, the more wakeful am I in knowing of\r\nJhesu and of inward things. I may not wake to Jhesu, but if I sleep\r\nto the world.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Close the senses. Turn within. And then go forward, that\r\nis to say, more and more inward. In that direction lies your\r\nitinerary, the journey of your consciousness. The sense-ridden</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.42cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 114</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>secular\r\nman, who goes by his physical eye, has marked in his own way the\r\nsteps of his forward march and progress. His knowledge and his power\r\ngrew as he proceeded in his survey from larger masses of physical\r\nobjects to their component molecules and from molecules to their\r\ncomponent atoms and from atoms once more into electrons and protons\r\nor energy-points pure and simple, or otherwise as, in another\r\ndirection, he extended his gaze from earth to the solar system, from\r\nthe solar system to other starry systems, to far-off galaxies and I\r\nfrom galaxies to spaces beyond. The record of this double-track march\r\nto infinity – as perceived or conceived by the physical senses –\r\nis marvellous, no doubt. The mystic offers the spectacle of a still\r\nmore marvellous march to another kind of infinity.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Here is the Augustinian <I>mantra </I>taken as the motto\r\nof <I>The Scale of Perfection: </I>We ascend the ascending grades in\r\nour heart and we sing the song of ascension.! The journey\'s end is\r\nheavenly Jerusalem, the House of the Lord. The steps of this inner\r\nascension are easily visible, not surely to the outer eye of</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>the\r\nsense-burdened man, but to the &quot;ghostly seeing&quot; of the\r\naspirant which is hazy in the beginning but slowly clears as he\r\nadvances. The -first step is the withdrawal from the outer senses and\r\nlooking and seeing within. &quot;Turn home again in thyself, and hold\r\nthee within and beg no more without.&quot; The immediate result is a\r\ndarkness and a restless darkness – it is a painful night. The outer\r\nobjects of attraction and interest have been discarded, but the inner\r\nattachments and passions surge there still. If, however, one\r\ncontinues and persists, refuses to be drawn out, the turmoil settles\r\ndown and the darkness begins to thin and wear away. One must not lose\r\nheart, one must have patience and perseverance. So when the outward\r\nworld is no more-there and its call also no longer awakes any echo in\r\nus, then comes the stage of &quot;restful darkness&quot; or\r\n&quot;light-some darkness&quot;. But it is still the dark Night of\r\nthe soul. The outer light is gone and the inner light is not yet\r\nvisible: the night, the desert, the great Nought, stretches between\r\nthese two lights. But the true seeker goes through and comes out of\r\nthe tunnel. And there is happiness at the end. &quot;The seeking is</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>1 &quot;Ascendimus ascensiones in corde et cantamus\r\ncanticum graduum.&quot; Confessions of St. Augustine XIII. 9.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.35cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 115</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>travaillous,\r\nbut the finding is blissful.&quot; When one steps out of the Night,\r\nenters into the deepest layer of the being, one stands face to face\r\nto one\'s soul, the very image of God, the perfect God-man, the Christ\r\nwithin. That is the third degree of our inner ascension, the entry\r\ninto the deepest, purest and happiest state – in which one becomes\r\nwhat he truly is; one finds the Christ there and dwells in love and\r\nunion with him. But there is still a further step to take, and that\r\nis real ascension. For till now it has been a going within, from the\r\noutward to the inner and the inmost; now one has to go upward,\r\ntranscend. Within the body, in life, however deep you may go, even if\r\nyou find your soul and your union with Jesus whose tabernacle is your\r\nsoul, still there is bound to remain a shadow of the sinful\r\nprison-house; the perfect bliss and purity without any earthly taint,\r\nthe completeness and the crowning of the purgation and\r\ntransfiguration can come only when you go beyond, leaving altogether\r\nthe earthly form and worldly vesture and soar into Heaven itself and\r\nbe in the company of the Trinity. &quot;Into myself, and after...\r\nabove myself by overpassing only into Him.&quot; At the same time it\r\nis pointed out, this mediaeval mystic has the common sense to see\r\nthat the going in and going above of which one speaks must not be\r\nunderstood in a literal way, it is a figure of speech. The movement\r\nof the mystic is psychological – &quot;ghostly&quot;, it is said –\r\nnot physical or carnal.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.43cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This spiritual march or progress can also be described\r\nas a growing into the likeness of the Lord. His true self, his own\r\nimage is implanted within us; he is there in the profoundest depth of\r\nour being as Jesus, our beloved and our soul rests in him in utmost\r\nbliss. We are aware neither of Jesus nor of his spouse, our soul,\r\nbecause of the obsession of the flesh, the turmoil raised by the\r\nsenses, the blindness of pride and egoism. All that constitutes the\r\nfirst or old Adam, the image of Nought, the body of death which means\r\nat bottom the &quot;false misruled love in to thyself.&quot; This\r\nself-love is the mother of sin, is sin itself. What it has to be\r\nreplaced by is <I>charity – that </I>is the true meaning of\r\nChristian charity, forgetfulness of self. &quot;What is sin but a\r\nwanting and a forbearing of God.&quot; And the whole task, the\r\ndiscipline consists in &quot;the shaping of Christ in you, the\r\ncasting of sin through Christ.&quot; Who then is Christ, what is he?</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.43cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 116</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>This\r\nknowledge you get as you advance from your sense-bound perception\r\ntowards the inner and inmost seeing. As your outer nature gets\r\npurified, you approach gradually your soul, the scales fall off from\r\nyour eyes too and you have the knowledge and &quot;ghostly vision.&quot;\r\nHere too there are three degrees; first, you start with faith – the\r\nsenses can do nothing better than have faith; next, you rise to\r\nimagination which gives a sort of indirect touch or inkling of the\r\ntruth; finally, you have the &quot;understanding&quot;, the direct\r\nvision. &quot;If he first trow it, he shall afterwards through grace\r\nfeel it, and finally understand it.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.43cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>It is never possible for man, weak and bound as he is,\r\nto reject the thraldom of his flesh, he can never purify himself\r\nwholly by his own unaided strength. God in his infinite mercy sent\r\nhis own son, an emanation created out of his substance – his\r\nembodied love – as a human being to suffer along with men and take\r\nupon himself the burden of their sins. God the Son lived upon earth\r\nas man and died as man. Sin therefore has no longer its final or\r\ndefinitive hold upon mankind. Man has been made potentially free, pure\r\nand worthy of salvation. This is the mystery of Christ, of God the\r\nSon. But there is a further mystery. Christ not only lived for all\r\nmen for all time, whether they know him, recognise him or not; but he\r\nstill lives, he still chooses his beloved and his beloved chooses\r\nhim, there is a conscious acceptance on either side. This is the\r\nfunction of the Holy Ghost, the redeeming power of Love active in him\r\nwho accepts it and who is accepted by it, the dynamic\r\nChrist-Consciousness in the true Christian.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Indeed, the kernel of the mystic discipline – and its\r\nwhole bearing – consists in one and only one principle: to love\r\nJhesu. All roads lead to Rome: all preparations, all trials lead to\r\none realisation, love of God, God as a living person close to us, our\r\nfriend and lover and master. The Christian mystic speaks almost in\r\nthe terms of the Gita: Rise above your senses, give up your egohood,\r\nbe meek and humble, it is Jesus within you, who embraces your soul:\r\nit is he who does everything for you and in you, give yourself up\r\nwholly into his hands. He will deliver you.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.35cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The characteristic then of the path is a one-pointed\r\nconcentration. Great stress is laid upon &quot;oneliness&quot;,\r\n&quot;onedness&quot;:</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.35cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 117</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">that\r\nis to say, a perfect and complete withdrawal from the outside and the\r\nworld; an unmixed solitude is required for the true experience and\r\nrealisation to come. &quot;A full forsaking in will of the soul for\r\nthe love of Him, and a living of the heart to Him. This asks He, for\r\nthis gave He.&quot; The rigorous exclusion, the uncompromising\r\nasceticism, the voluntary self-torture, the cruel dark night and the\r\narid desert are necessary conditions that lead to the &quot;onlyness\r\nof soul&quot;, what another prophet (Isaiah, XXIV, 16) describes as\r\n&quot;My privity to me&quot;. In that secreted solitude, the\r\n&quot;onlistead&quot;  – the graphic language of the author calls\r\nit – is found &quot;that dignity and that ghostly fairness which a\r\nsoul had by kind and shall have by grace.&quot; The utter beauty of\r\nthe soul and its absolute love for her deity within her (which has\r\nthe fair name of Jhesu), the exclusive concentration of the whole of\r\nthe being upon one point, the divine core, the manifest Grace of God,\r\njustifies the annihilation of the world and life\'s manifold\r\nexistence. Indeed, the image of the Beloved is always within, from\r\nthe beginning to the end. It is that that keeps one up in the\r\nterrible struggle with one\'s nature and the world. The image depends\r\nupon the consciousness which we have at the moment, that is to say,\r\nupon the stage or the degree we have ascended to. At the outset, when\r\nwe can only look through the senses, when the flesh is our master, we\r\ngive the image a crude form and character; but even that helps.\r\nGradually, as we rise, with the clearing of our nature, the image too\r\nslowly regains its original and true shape. Finally, in the inmost\r\nsoul we find Jesus as he truly is: &quot;an unchangeable being, a\r\nsovereign might, a sovereign soothfastness, sovereign goodness, a\r\nblessed life and endless bliss.&quot; Does not the Gita too say: &quot;As\r\none approaches Me, so do I appear to him.&quot; <I>Ye yath<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>\r\nm<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>m prapadyante.</I></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.47cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nIndeed, it would be interesting to compare and contrast\r\nthe Eastern and Western approach to Divine Love, the Christian and\r\nthe Vaishnava, for example. Indian spirituality, whatever its outer\r\nform or credal formulation, has always a background of utter unity.\r\nThis unity, again, is threefold or triune and is expressed in those\r\ngreat Upanishadic phrases, <I>mah<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>v<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>kyas,\r\n– </I>(1) the transcendental unity: the One alone exists, there is\r\nnothing else than the <I>One – ekamev<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>dvitfyam;\r\n</I>(2) the cosmic unity: all existence is one, whatever exists is\r\nthat One, there<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.47cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 118</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>are\r\nno separate existences: <I>sarvam khalvidam brahma neha n<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>n<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>sti\r\nkinca<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&ntilde;</FONT>a; </I>(3) That One is I,\r\nyou too are that One: <I>so\' ham, tattvamasi; </I>this may be called\r\nthe individual unity. As I have said, all spiritual experiences in\r\nIndia, of whatever school or line, take for granted or are\r\nfundamentally based upon this sense of absolute unity or identity.\r\nSchools of dualism or pluralism, who do not apparently admit in their\r\ntenets this extreme monism, are still permeated in many ways with\r\nthat sense and in some form or other take cognizance of the truth of\r\nit. The Christian doctrine too says indeed, \'I and my Father in\r\nHeaven are one\', but this is not identity, but union; besides, the\r\nhuman soul is not admitted into this identity, nor the world soul.\r\nThe world, we have seen, according to the Chris6an discipline has to\r\nbe altogether abandoned, negatived, as we go inward and upward\r\ntowards our spiritual status reflecting the divine image in the\r\ndivine company. It is a complete rejection, a cutting off and casting\r\naway of world and life. One extreme Vedantic path seems to follow a\r\nsimilar line, but there it is not really rejection, but a resolution,\r\nnot the rejection of what is totally foreign and extraneous, but a\r\nresolution of the external into its inner and inmost substance, of\r\nthe effect into its original cause. Brahman is in the world, Brahman\r\nis the world: the world has unrolled itself out of the Brahman –\r\nsrsti, pravrtti – it has to be rolled back into its, cause and\r\nsubstance if it is to regain its pure nature (that is the process of\r\n<I>nivrtti). </I>Likewise, the individual being in the world, &quot;I&quot;,\r\nis the transcendent being itself and when it withdraws, it withdraws\r\nitself and the whole world with it and merges into the Absolute. Even\r\nthe Maya of the Mayavadin, although it is viewed as something not\r\ninherent in Brahman but superimposed upon Brahman, still, has been\r\naccepted as a peculiar power of Brahman itself. The Christian\r\ndoctrine keeps the individual being separate practically, as an\r\nassociate or at the most as an image of God. The love for one\'s\r\nneighbour, charity, which the Christian discipline enjoins is one\'s\r\nlove for one\'s kind, because of affinity of nature and quality: it\r\ndoes not dissolve the two into an integral unity and absolute\r\nidentity, where we love because we are one, because we are the One.\r\nThe highest culmination of love, the very basis of love, according to\r\nthe Indian conception, is a transcendence of love, love trans-</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 119</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>muted\r\ninto Bliss. The Upanishad says, where one has become the utter unity,\r\nwho loves whom? To explain further our point, we take two examples\r\nreferred to in the book we are considering. The true Christian, it is\r\nsaid, loves the sinner too, he is permitted to dislike sin, for he\r\nhas to reject it, but he must separate from sin the sinner and love\r\nhim. Why? Because the sinner too can change and become his brother in\r\nspirit, one loves the sinner because there is the possibility of his\r\nchanging and becoming a true Christian. It is why the orthodox\r\nChristian, even such an enlightened and holy person as this mediaeval\r\nCanon, considers the non-Christian, the non-baptised as impure and\r\npotentially and fundamentally sinners. That is also why the Church,\r\nthe physical organisation, is worshipped as Christ\'s very body and\r\noutside the Church lies the pagan world which has neither religion\r\nnor true spirituality nor salvation. Of course, all this may be\r\nsymbolic and it is symbolic in a sense. If Christianity is taken to\r\nmean true spirituality, and the Church is equated with the collective\r\nembodiment of that spirituality, all that is claimed on their behalf\r\nstands justified. But that is an ideal, a hypothetical standpoint and\r\ncan hardly be borne out by facts. However, to come back to our\r\nsubject, let us  ow take the second example. Of Christ himself, it is\r\nsaid, he not only did not dislike or had any aversion for Judas, but\r\nthat he positively loved the traitor with a true and sincere love. He\r\nknew that the man would betray him and even when he was betraying and\r\nhad betrayed, the Son of Man continued to love him. It was no\r\nmake-believe or sham or pretence. It was genuine, as genuine as\r\nanything can be. Now, why did he love his enemy? Because, it is said,\r\nthe enemy is suffered by God to do the misdeed: he has been allowed\r\nto test the faith of the faithful, he too has his utility, he too is\r\nGod\'s servant. And who knows even a Judas would not change in the\r\nend? Many who come to scoff do remain to pray. But it can be asked,\r\n\'Does God love Satan too in the same way?\' The Indian conception\r\nwhich is basically Vedantic is different. There is only one reality,\r\none truth which is viewed differently. Whether a thing is considered\r\ngood or evil or neutral, essentially and truly, it is that One and\r\nnothing else. God\'s own self is everywhere and the sage makes no\r\ndifference between the Brahmin and the cow and</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 120</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>the\r\nelephant. It is his own self he finds in every person and every\r\n<I>object – sarvabh<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">ū</FONT>t<B><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT></B>sthitam\r\nyo m<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>m bhajati ekatvam<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">Ä</FONT>sthitah\r\n–  </I>&quot;he has taken his stand upon oneness and loves Me in\r\nall beings.&quot;<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT> </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This will elucidate another point of difference between\r\nthe Christian\'s and the Vaishnava\'s love of God, for both are\r\ncharacterised by an extreme intensity and sweetness and exquisiteness\r\nof that divine feeling. This Christian\'s, however, is the union of\r\nthe soul in its absolute purity and simplicity and &quot;privacy&quot;\r\nwith her lord and master; the soul is shred here of all earthly\r\nvesture and goes innocent and naked into the embrace of her Beloved.\r\nThe Vaishnava feeling is richer and seems to possess more amplitude;\r\nit is more concrete and less ethereal. The Vaishnava in his\r\npassionate yearning seeks to carry as it were the whole world with\r\nhim to his Lord: for he sees and feels Him not only in the inmost\r\nchamber of his soul, but meets Him also in and I through his senses\r\nand in and through the world and its objects around. In psychological\r\nterms one can say that the Christian realisation, at its very source,\r\nis that of the inmost soul, what we call the &quot;psychic being&quot;\r\npure and simple, referred to in the book we are considering; as: &quot;His\r\nsweet privy voice... stirreth thine heart full stilly.&quot; Whereas\r\nthe Vaishnava reaches out to his Lord with his outer heart too aflame\r\nwith passion; not only his inmost being but his vital being also\r\nseeks the Divine. This bears upon the occult story of man\'s spiritual\r\nevolution upon earth. The Divine Grace descends from the highest into\r\nthe deepest and from the deepest to the outer ranges of human nature,\r\nso that the whole of it may be illumined and transformed and one day\r\nman can embody in his earthly life the integral manifestation of God,\r\nthe perfect Epiphany. Each religion, each line of spiritual\r\ndiscipline takes up one limb of man-one\r\n<SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal; font-weight:medium\"><FONT FACE=\"Times New Roman\">level\r\nor mode of his being and consciousness-purifies it and suffuses it\r\nwith the spiritual and divine consciousness, so that in the end the\r\nwhole of man, in his integral living, is recast and remoulded: each\r\ndiscipline is in charge of one thread as it were, all together weave\r\nthe warp and woof in the evolution of the perfect pattern of a\r\nspiritualised and divinised humanity. The conception of original sin\r\nis a cardinal factor in Christian</font></span></font></P><FONT SIZE=3>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT> <I>The Gita, </I>VI.\r\n31</font><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.39cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 121</font><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">discipline.\r\nThe conception, of sinfulness is the very motive-power that drives\r\nthe aspirant. &quot;Seek tensely,&quot; it is said, &quot;sorrow and\r\nsigh deep, mourn still, and stoop low till thine eye water for\r\nanguish and for pain.&quot; Remorse and grief are necessary\r\nattendants; the way of the cross is naturally the calvary strewn with\r\npain and sorrow. It is the very opposite of what is termed the\r\n&quot;sunlit path&quot; in spiritual ascension. Christian mystics\r\nhave made a glorious spectacle of the process of &quot;dying to the\r\nworld.&quot; Evidently, all do not go the whole length. There are\r\nless gloomy and happier temperaments, like the present one, for\r\nexample, who show an unusual balance, a sturdy common sense even in\r\nthe midst of their darkest nights, who have chalked out as much of\r\nthe sunlit path as is possible in this line. Thus this old-world\r\nmystic says: it is true one must see and admit one\'s sinfulness, the\r\ngrosser and apparent and more violent ones as well as all the subtle\r\nvarieties of it that are in you or rise up in you or come from the\r\nEnemy. They pursue you till the very end of your journey. Still you\r\nneed not feel overwhelmed or completely desperate. Once you recognise\r\nthe sin in you, even the bare fact of recognition means for you half\r\nthe victory. The mystic says, &quot;It is no sin as thou feelest\r\nthem.&quot; The day Jesus gave himself away on the Cross, since that\r\nvery day you are free, potentially free from the bondage of sin. Once\r\nyou give your adherence to Him, the Enemies are rendered powerless.\r\n&quot;They tease the soul, but they harm not the soul&quot;. Or\r\nagain, as the mystic graphically phrases it: &quot;This soul is not\r\nborne in this image of sin as a sick man, though he feel it; but he\r\nbeareth it.&quot; The best way of dealing with one\'s enemies is not\r\nto struggle and &quot;strive with them.&quot; The aspirant, the lover\r\nof Jesus, must remember: &quot;He is through grace reformed to the\r\nlikeness of God (\'in the privy substance of his soul within\') though\r\nhe neither feel it nor see it.&quot;</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nIf you are told you are still full of sins and you are\r\nnot worthy to follow the path, that you must go and work out your\r\nsins first, here is your answer: &quot;Go shrive thee better: trow\r\nnot this saying, for it is false, for thou art shriven. Trust\r\nsecurely that thou art on the way, and thee needeth no ransacking of\r\nshrift for that that is passed, hold forth thy way and think on\r\nJerusalem.&quot; That is to say, do not be too busy with</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.42cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 122</font></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\nthe\r\ndifficulties of the moment, but look ahead, as far as possible, fix\r\nyour attention upon the goal, the intermediate steps will become\r\neasy. Jerusalem is another name of the Love of Jesus or the Bliss in\r\nHeaven. Grow in this love, your sins will fade away of themselves.\r\n&quot;Though thou be thrust in an house with thy body, nevertheless\r\nin thine heart, where the stead of love is, thou shouldst be able to\r\nhave part of that love... &quot; What exquisite utterance, what a\r\ndeep truth!</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nIndeed, there are one or two points, notes for the\r\nguidance of the aspirant, which I would like to mention here for\r\ntheir striking appositeness and simple &quot;soothfastness.&quot;\r\nFirst of all with regard to the restless enthusiasm and eagerness of\r\na novice, here is the advice given: &quot;The fervour is so mickle in\r\noutward showing, is not only for mickleness of love that they have;\r\nbut it is for littleness and weakness of their souls, that they may\r\nnot bear a little touching of God.. . . afterward when love hath\r\nboiled out all the uncleanliness, then is the love clear and standeth\r\nstill, and then is both the body and the soul mickle more in peace,\r\nand yet hath the self soul mickle more love than it had before,\r\nthough it shew less outward.&quot; And again: &quot;without any\r\nfervour outward shewed, and the less it thinketh that it loveth or\r\nseeth God, the nearer it nigheth&quot; (\'it\' naturally refers to the\r\nsoul). The statement is beautifully self-luminous, no explanation is\r\nrequired. Another hurdle that an aspirant has to face often in the\r\npassage through the Dark Night is that you are left all alone, that\r\nyou are deserted by your God, that the Grace no longer favours you.\r\nHere is however the truth of the matter; &quot;when I fall down to my\r\nfrailty, then Grace withdraweth: for my falling is cause there-of,\r\nand not his fleeing.&quot; In fact, the Grace never withdraws, it is\r\nwe who withdraw and think otherwise. One more difficulty that\r\ntroubles the beginner especially is with regard to the false light.\r\nThe being of darkness comes in the form of the angel of light,\r\nimitates the tone of the still small voice; how to recognise, how to\r\ndistinguish the two? The false light, the &quot;feigned sun&quot; is\r\nalways found &quot;atwixt two black rainy clouds&quot; : they are\r\n&quot;highing&quot; of oneself and &quot;lowing&quot; of others. When\r\nyou feel flattered and elated, beware it is the siren voice tempting\r\nyou. The true light brings you soothing peace and meekness: the other\r\nlight brings always a trail of darkness –<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.42cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 123</font><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">if\r\nyou are soothfast and sincere you will discover it if not near you,\r\nsomewhere at a distance lurking.</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\nThe ultimate truth is that God is the sole doer and the\r\nbest we can do is to let him do freely without let or hindrance. &quot;He\r\nthat through Grace may see Jhesu, how that He doth all and himself\r\ndoth right nought but suffereth Jhesu work in him what him liketh, he\r\nis meek.&quot; And yet one does not arrive at that condition from the\r\nbeginning or all at once. &quot;The work is not of the hour nor of a\r\nday, but of many days and years.&quot; And for a long time one has to\r\ntake up one\'s burden and work, co-operate with the Divine working. In\r\nthe process there is this double movement necessary for the full\r\nachievement. &quot;Neither Grace only without full working of a soul\r\nthat in it is nor working done without grace bringeth a soul to\r\nreforming. . . . but that one joined to that other.&quot; Mysticism\r\nis not all eccentricity and irrationality: on the contrary, sanity\r\nseems to be the very character of the higher mysticism. And it is\r\nthis sanity, and even a happy sense of humour accompanying it, that\r\nmakes the genuine mystic teacher say: &quot;It is no mastery to me\r\nfor to say it, but for to do it there is mastery.&quot; Amen.<BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.41cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 124</font></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"38\" height=\"49\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n</font></td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-13_Walter Hilton','','publish','closed','open','','13_walter-hilton','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/13_walter-hilton/',0,'post','',0),(1932,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	\r\n	<TITLE>The Democracy of Tomorrow</TITLE>\r\n	<META NAME=\"GENERATOR\" CONTENT=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\" DIR=\"LTR\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\">The Democracy of Tomorrow</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>THE great gift of Democracy is that of personal value,\r\nthe sanctity of the individual. And its great failure is also exactly\r\nthe failure to discover the true individual, the real person.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.15in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The earlier stages of human society were chiefly\r\nconcerned with the development of mankind in die mass. It is a\r\ncollective growth, a general uplifting that is attempted: the\r\nindividual has no special independent value of his own. The clan, the\r\ntribe, the <I>kula, </I>the order, the caste, or the State, when it\r\ncame to be formed, were the various collective frames of reference\r\nfor ascertaining the function and the value of the individual. It is\r\nin fulfilling the <I>dharma, </I>obeying the <I>nomoi, </I>in\r\ncarrying out faithfully the duties attached to one\'s position in the\r\nsocial hierarchy that lay the highest good, <I>summum bonum.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Certainly there were voices of protest, independent\r\nspirits who refused to drown themselves, lose themselves in the\r\ngeneral current. That is to say, a separate and separative growth of\r\nthe individual consciousness had to proceed at the same time under\r\nwhatever duress and compression. An Antigone stood alone in the\r\ninviolable sanctity of the individual conscience against the\r\nestablished order of a mighty State. Indeed, <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">individualised</SPAN>\r\nindividuals were more or less freaks in the social set-up in the\r\nearly days, revolutionaries or law-breakers, iconoclasts who were not\r\nvery much <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">favoured</SPAN> by the people. In\r\nEurope, it was perhaps with Luther that started a larger movement for\r\nthe establishment and maintenance of the individual\'s right. The\r\nReformation characteristically sought to make room for individual\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">judgement</SPAN> and free choice in a field where\r\nauthority -the collective authority of the Church -was all in all and\r\nthe individual was almost a nonentity.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.17in; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 273</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><SPAN STYLE=\"font-weight: medium\">In</SPAN><B> </B>India\r\nthe spiritual life, it is true, was more or less the individual\'s\r\nfree venture to the unknown. The Buddha said, Be thy own light; and\r\nthe Gita too said, Raise thy self by thy own self. Yet here too, in\r\nthe end, the individual did not stand, it rose but to get merged in\r\nthe non-individual the universal, the Vast and the Infinite. The\r\nhighest spiritual injunction is that God only existed and man has to\r\nannul his existence in Him.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The great mantra of individual liberty, in the social\r\nand political domain, was given by Rousseau in that famous opening\r\nline of his famous book, <I>The Social Contract, </I>almost the Bible\r\nof an age; Man is born free. And the first considerable mass rising\r\nseeking to vindicate and <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">realise</SPAN> that ideal\r\ncame with the toxin of the mighty French Revolution. I t was really\r\nan awakening or rebirth of the individual that was the true source\r\nand sense of that miraculous movement. It meant the advent of\r\ndemocracy in politics and romanticism in art. The century that\r\nfollowed was a period of great experiment: for the central theme of\r\nthat experiment was the search for the individual. In <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">honouring</SPAN>\r\nthe individual and giving it full and free scope the movement went\r\nfar and even too far: liberty threatened to lead towards <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">licence</SPAN>,\r\ndemocracy towards anarchy and disintegration; the final consequence\r\nof romanticism was surrealism, the deification of individual reason\r\nculminated in solipsism or ego-centricism. Naturally there came a\r\nreaction and we are in this century, still, on the high tide of this\r\nmovement of reaction. Totalitarianism in one form or another\r\ncontinues to be the watchword and although neither Hitler nor\r\nMussolini is there, a very living ghost of theirs stalks the human\r\nstage. The liberty of the individual, it is said and is found to be\r\nso by experience, is another name of the individual\'s erraticism and\r\ncan produce only division and mutual clash and strife, and, in the\r\nend, social disintegration. A strong <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">centralised</SPAN>\r\npower is necessary to hold together the warring elements of a group.\r\nIndeed, it is asserted, the group is the true reality and to maintain\r\nit and make it great the component individuals must be steamrollered\r\ninto a compact mass. Evidently this is a poise that cannot stand\r\nlong: the repressed individual rises in revolt and again we are on\r\nthe move the other way round. Thus a</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 274</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>never-ending see-saw, a cyclic recurrence of the same\r\nsequence of movements appears to be an inevitable law governing human\r\nsociety: it seems to have almost the absolutism of a law of Nature.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">¹</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.15in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">¹</FONT> In this connection\r\nwe can recall Plato\'s famous serial of social types from aristocracy\r\nto tyranny, the last coming out of democracy the type that precedes\r\nit, (almost exactly as we have experienced it in our own days). But\r\nthe most interesting point to which we can look with profit is\r\nPlato\'s view that <I>the types are as men are, </I>that is to say,\r\nthe character and nature of man in a given period determines the kind\r\nof government or social system he is going to have. There has been\r\nthis cyclic rotation of types, because men themselves were rotating\r\ntypes, because, in other words, the individuals composing human\r\nsociety had not found their true reality, their abiding status.\r\nPlato\'s aristocracy was the ideal society, it was composed of and\r\nruled by the best of men <I>(aristas, srestha) </I>the wisest. And\r\nthe question was put by many and not answered by Plato himself, what\r\nbrought about the decline in a perfect system. We have attempted to\r\ngive our answer.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.01in; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 275</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent:0.15in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"37\" height=\"48\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-41_The Democracy of Tomorrow','','publish','closed','open','','41_the-democracy-of-tomorrow','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/41_the-democracy-of-tomorrow/',0,'post','',0),(1933,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE></TITLE>\r\n	<META NAME=\"GENERATOR\" CONTENT=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n	<META NAME=\"CREATED\" CONTENT=\"20040328;3112500\">\r\n	<META NAME=\"CHANGED\" CONTENT=\"20040328;3113800\">\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Goethe</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:2.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A perfect face amid -barbarian faces,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:2.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A perfect voice of sweet and serious rhyme,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:2.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Traveller with calm, inimitable paces,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:2.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Critic with judgment absolute to all time,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:2.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A complete strength when men were maimed and weak,</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:2.96cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>German obscured the spirit of a Greek.</FONT></P>\r\n<P STYLE=\"text-indent:9.26cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>SRI AUROBINDO</FONT></P>\r\n<P style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>THE\r\nyear 1949 has just celebrated the 200th anniversary of the birth of\r\nthe great force of light that was Goethe. We too remember him on the\r\noccasion, and will try to present in a few words, as we see it, the\r\nfundamental experience, the major Intuition that stirred this human\r\nsoul, the lesson he brought to mankind. Goethe was a great poet. He\r\nshowed how a language, perhaps least poetical by nature, can be\r\nmoulded to embody the great beauty of great poetry. He made the\r\nGerman language sing, even as the sun\'s ray made the stone of Memnon\r\nsing when falling upon it. Goethe was a man of consummate culture.\r\nTruly and almost literally it could be said of him that nothing human\r\nhe considered foreign to his inquiring mind. And Goethe was a man of\r\ngreat wisdom. His observation and judgment on things-no matter to\r\nwhatever realm they belong-have an arresting appropriateness, a happy\r\nand revealing insight. But above all, he was an aspiring\r\nsoul-aspiring to know and be in touch with the hidden Divinity in man\r\nand the world.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"font-weight: medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>GOETHE AND THE PROBLEM OF EVIL</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>No\r\nproblem is so vital to the human consciousness as the problem </FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 135</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>of Evil – its why and wherefore  It is verily the Sphinx Riddle. In\r\nall ages and in all climes man has tried to answer; the answers are\r\nof an immense variety, but none seems to be sure and certain.\r\nGoethe\'s was an ardent soul seeking to embrace the living truth whole\r\nand entire; the problem was not merely of philosophical interest to\r\nhim, but a burning question of life and death – life and death of\r\nthe body and even of the soul.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.43cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>One view considers Evil as coeval with Good: the Prince\r\nof Evil is God\'s peer, equal to him in all ways, absolutely separate,\r\nindependent and self-existent. Light and Darkness are eternal\r\nprinciples living side by side, possessing equal reality. For,\r\nalthough it is permissible to the individual to pass out of the\r\nDarkness and enter into Light, the Darkness itself does not\r\ndisappear: it remains and maintains its domain, and even it is said\r\nthat some human beings are meant eternally for this domain. That is\r\nthe Manichean principle and that also is fundamentally the dualistic\r\nconception of <I>chit-achit </I>in some Indian systems (although the\r\nprinciple of <I>chit </I>or light is usually given a higher position\r\nand priority of excellence).</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.42cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The Christian too accepts the dual principle, but does\r\nnot give equal status to the two. Satan is there, an eternal reality:\r\nit is anti-God, it seeks to oppose God, frustrate his work. It is the\r\ngreat tempter whose task it is to persuade, to inspire man to remain\r\nalways an earthly creature and never turn to know or live in God. Now\r\nthe crucial question that arises is, what is the necessity of this\r\nAntagonist in God\'s scheme of creation? What is the meaning of this\r\nstruggle and battle? God could have created, if he had chosen, a\r\nworld without Evil. The orthodox Christi an answer is that in that\r\ncase one could not have fully appreciated the true value and glory of\r\nGod\'s presence. It is to manifest and proclaim the great victory that\r\nthe strife and combat has been arranged in which Man triumphs in the\r\nend and God\'s work stands vindicated. The place of Satan is always\r\nHell, but he cannot drag down a soul into his pit to hold it there\r\neternally (although according to one doctrine there are or may be\r\ncertain eternally damned souls).</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.4cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Goethe carries the process of convergence and even\r\nharmony of the two powers a little further and shows that although\r\nthey are contrary apparently, they are not contradictory</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.4cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 136</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>principles\r\nin essence. For, Satan is, after all, God\'s servant, even a very\r\nobedient servant; he is an instrument in the hand of the Almighty to\r\nwork out His purpose. The purpose is to help and lead man, although\r\nin a devious way, towards a greater understanding, a nearer approach\r\nto Himself.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>THE\r\nCHALLENGE AND THE PACT</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>There\r\nis on the earthly stage the play of a challenge, a twofold challenge,\r\none between God and Satan and another, as a consequence, between Man\r\nand Satan.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.39cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Satan is jealous of man who is God\'s favourite. He tells\r\nGod that his partiality to man is misplaced. God has put into man a\r\nlittle of his light (reason and intelligence and something more\r\nperhaps), but to what purpose? Man tries to soar, he thinks he flies\r\nhigh and wide, but in fact he is and will be an insect that &quot;lies\r\nalways in the grass and sings its old song in the grass.&quot; God\r\nanswers that whatever the perplexity in which man now is, in the end\r\nhe will come out and reach the Light with a greater and richer\r\nexperience of it. Satan smiles in return and says he will prove\r\notherwise. Given a free hand, he can do whatever he likes with man:\r\n&quot;Dust shall he eat and with a relish.&quot; God willingly agrees\r\nto the challenge: there is no harm in Satan\'s trying his hand.\r\nIndeed, Satan will prove to be a good companion to man; for man is\r\nnormally prone to inertia and sinks into repose and rest and\r\nstagnation. Satan will be the goad, the force that drives towards\r\nceaseless activity. For activity is life, and without activity no\r\nprogress.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.38cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Thus, as sanctioned by God, there is a competition, a\r\nwager between man and Satan. The pact between the parties is this\r\nthat, on the one hand, Satan will serve man <I><FONT FACE=\"Arial Narrow\">here\r\n</FONT></I>in life upon earth, and on the other hand, in return, man\r\nwill have to serve Satan <I>there, </I>on the other side of life.\r\nThat is to say, Satan will give the whole world to man to enjoy, man\r\nwill have to give Satan only his soul. Man in his ignorance says he\r\ndoes not care for his soul, does not know of a <I>there </I>or\r\nelsewhere: he will be satisfied if he gets what he wants upon earth.\r\nThat, evidently, is the demand of what is familiarly known as\r\nlife-force <I>(<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>lan vital): </I>the\r\nutmost fulfilment of the life-force is what man stands for, although\r\nthe full significance of the movement</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.38cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 137</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>\r\nmay not be clear to him or even to Satan at the moment. For life-force does not \r\nnecessarily drag man down, as its grand finale as it were, into hell – however \r\nmuch Satan might wish it to be so. In what way, we shall see presently. Now \r\nSatan promises man all that he would desire and even more: he would give him his \r\nfill so&#39; that he will ask for no more. Man takes up the challenge and declares \r\nthat his hunger is insatiable, whatever Satan can bring to it, it will take in \r\nand press on: satisfaction and satiety will never come in his way. Satan thinks \r\nhe knows better, for he is armed with a master weapon to lay man low and make him cry halt!</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>LOVE\r\nHUMAN AND LOVE DIVINE</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>Satan\r\nproposes to lead man down into hell through a sure means, nothing\r\nmore sure, according to him, viz., love for a woman and a woman\'s\r\nlove in return. Nothing like that to make man earth-bound or\r\nhell-bound and force out of him the nostalgic cry, &quot;Time must\r\nhave a stop.&quot; A most simple, primal and primeval ]yric love wil1\r\nmost suit Satan\'s purpose. Hence the Margaret episode.\r\nLove=Passion=Lust=Hell; that is the inevitable equation sequence, and\r\nthrough which runs the magic thread of infatuation. And that charm is\r\ninvincible. Satan did succeed and was within an ace, as they say, of\r\nthe final and definitive triumph: but that was not to be, for he left\r\nout of account an incalculable element. Love, even human love has, at\r\nleast can have, a wonderful power, the potency of reversing the\r\nnatural decree and bring about a supernatural intervention. Human\r\nlove can at a crucial <I>moment – in extremis – call </I>down the\r\nDivine Grace, which means God\'s love for man. And the soul meant for\r\nperdition</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>and\r\nabout to be seized and carried away by Satan finds itself suddenly\r\nfree and lifted up and borne by Heaven\'s messengers. Human Jove is\r\ndivine love itself in earthly form and figure and whatever its\r\napparent aberrations it is in soul and substance that thing. Satan is\r\nhoisted with his own petard. That is God\'s irony.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But Goethe\'s Satan seems to know or feel something of\r\nhis fate. He knows his function and the limit too of his function. He\r\nspeaks of the doomsday for people, but it is his doomsday also, he\r\nsays in mystic terms. Yes, it is his doomsday, for it is</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.44cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 138</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>the\r\nday of man\'s 1iberation. Satan has to release man from the pact that\r\nstands cancelled. The soul of man cannot be sold, even if he wanted\r\nit.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>THE\r\nCOSMIC RHYTHM</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>The\r\nangels weave the symphony that is creation. They represent the\r\nvarious notes and rhythms – in their higher and purer degrees –\r\nthat make up the grand harmony of the spheres. It is magnificent,\r\nthis music that moves the cosmos, and wonderful the glory of God\r\nmanifest therein. But is it absolutely perfect? Is there nowhere any\r\nflaw in it? There is a doubting voice that enters a dissenting note.\r\nThat is Satan, the Antagonist, the Evil One. Man is the weakest link\r\nin the chain of the apparently all-perfect harmony. And Satan boldly\r\nproposes to snap it if God only let him do so. He can prove to God\r\nthat the true nature of his creation is not cosmos but chaos not a\r\nharmony in peace and light, but a confusion, a Walpurgis Night. God\r\nacquiesces in the play of this apparent breach and proves in the end\r\nthat it is part of a wider scheme, a vaster harmony. Evil is rounded\r\noff by Grace.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The total eradication of Evil from the world and human\r\nnature and the remoulding of a terrestrial life in the substance and\r\npattern of the Highest Good that is beyond all dualities is a\r\nconception which it was not for Goethe to envisage. In the order of\r\nreality or existence, first there is the consciousness of division,\r\nof trenchant separation in which Good is equated with not-evil and\r\nevil with not-good. This is the outlook of</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>individualised\r\nconsciousness. Next, as the consciousness grows and envelops the\r\nwhole existence, good and evil are both embraced and are found to\r\nform a secret and magic harmony. That is the universal or cosmic\r\nconsciousness. And Goethe\'s genius seems to be an outflowering of\r\nsomething of this status of consciousness. But there is still a\r\nhigher status, the status of transcendence in which evil is not\r\nsimply embraced but dissolved and even transmuted into a supreme\r\nreality of which it is an aberration, a reflection or projection, a\r\nlower formulation. That is the mystery of a spiritual realisation to\r\nwhich Goethe aspired perhaps, but had not the necessary initiation to\r\nenter into.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 139</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"38\" height=\"49\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-17_Goethe','','publish','closed','open','','17_goethe','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/17_goethe/',0,'post','',0),(1934,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>George\r\nSeftris</TITLE>\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\">George\r\nSeftris</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>SEFERIS\r\nis a poet of sighs. I do not know the cadence, the breath of the\r\noriginal Greek rhythm. But if something of that tone and temper has\r\nbeen carried over into English, what can be more like a heave of sigh\r\nthan –</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Stoop down, if you can, to the dark sea, forgetting</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The sound of a flute played to naked feet</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>That tread your sleep in the other life, the submerged\r\none.<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>It is the Virgilian &quot;tears of <I>things&quot; –\r\nlacrimae rerum – the </I>same that moved the muse of the ancient\r\nRoman poet, moves the modern Greek poet.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.37cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Seferis\' poetry sobs – explicit or muffled –\r\nmuttering or murmuring like a refrain – a mantra:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.37cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Oh the pity of it all!</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.32cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>What else is it, I repeat, but sobbing:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I look for my old house,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The house with the tall windows Darkened by the ivy,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And for that ancient column The landmark of the sailor.\r\nHow can I get into this hutch?2</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>.......................................................</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>We are reminded of Jeanne d\'Arc, the little maid who</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=2>	<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT>\r\n&quot;Santorin&quot; a – Gymnopaedia, in <I>Poems, </I>by George\r\nSeferis translated from the Greek by Rex Warner (The Bodley Head,\r\nLondon).</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=2>	<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT>\r\n&quot;The Return of the Exile&quot;, <I>From Log Book I.</I></FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 192</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>melted\r\nwith great pity <I>(grande piti<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&eacute;</FONT>)\r\n</I>at the sight of the misery _ll around, ravaging her sweet France\r\nlike a pest and which drove her in the end to a more than classical\r\ntragic end: Seferis too in the same manner wails</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 1.52cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Great pain had fallen on Greece.!</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.36cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Great pain, ruin everywhere... Greece is but a sign, a\r\nsymbol of the whole earth, the whole humanity. All around ancient –\r\nsempiternal – ruins...</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.36cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>.......walls, streets and houses there stood out,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Fossilised muscles of Cyclopean giants,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Spent power in its anatomy,.. .<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>As if these were not sufficient, we must add new ones,\r\nfresh and bleeding-and not only material but moral ruins also– the\r\ndreadful results of our inhuman cruelties of war:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; text-indent: -0.03cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>When you look round and you find</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>All about you swathes of feet</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>All about you dead hands</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>All about you darkened eyes;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>When there is no longer any choice</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Of the death you wanted as your own,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Listening to a great cry,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Even to a wolf that yells – &quot;<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup3;</FONT></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Indeed a great cry shoots out of your heart; an\r\nindescribable pity, the upsurge of a divine <I>Piet<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&agrave;</FONT>,\r\n</I>seizes upon your being</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>and you are another person, you become a poet, a\r\nprophet, a God\'s warrior. Seferis too became in this way a poet and\r\nsomething of a prophet.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.37cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>His poetry fulfils perfectly the function of the tragic\r\ndrama, in the Aristotelian way – purification by evoking terror and\r\npity – evoking terror, for example in these lines:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.37cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup1;</FONT>\r\n&quot;Helen&quot;, <I>From Log Book III.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup2;</FONT>\r\n&quot;Engoroi&quot;, <I>Ibid.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">&sup3;</FONT>\r\n&quot;Santodn&quot;.</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 193</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><SPAN STYLE=\"font-weight: medium\">On</SPAN><B> </B>our\r\nleft the south wind blows and drives us mad,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This wind that bares bone, striping off the flesh.&sup1;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Or the whole story of diabolical cruelty, the &quot;Three\r\nMules&quot; , with these tremendous lines:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>...those jolting breasts</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Ripe as pomegranates with murder. . .&sup2;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"text-indent: 2.29cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>This\r\nis terror, <I>in excelsis. </I>As for pity-his lines on Greece:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Great pain had fallen on Greece.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>So many bodies thrown</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>To jaws of the sea, to jaws of the earth;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>So many souls</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Given up to the mill-stones to be crushed like corn.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And the muddy beds of the rivers sweated with blood. .\r\n.&sup3;</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>or</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>O nightingale, nightingale,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>What is god? What is not god? What is in-between?4</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>Or\r\nthis truly pitiful invocation:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But they have eyes all white without eyelashes</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And their arms are thin as reeds.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup1; &quot;South Wind&quot;, <I>Mythistorema.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup2; &quot;Three Mules&quot;, <I>From Log Book III.</I></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>I quote here the whole passage in Warner\'s translation:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&quot;The glorious animal of Queen Eleanor.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Against her belly those eperons of gold,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>On her saddle those insatiable loins,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>In her amble tottering those breasts</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Bursting like pomegranates, with murder.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>And when Neapolitans, Genoese and Lombards</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Brought to the royal table on a silver tray</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>The shirt all bloody of the murdered King</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>And made away with his pitiable brother,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>I can imagine how she neighed that night, –</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Something beyond the impassivity of her race –</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2> Like the howling of a dog,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Doubly caparisoned, golden-rump ed, in the stable,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 3.97cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Margarita, that mule.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup3; &quot;Helen&quot;.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT SIZE=1 STYLE=\"font-size: 8pt\">4</FONT> Ibid.]</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-left: 0.03cm; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 194</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Lord, not with these. I have known</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The voice of children at dawn</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Running on green hillsides</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Happily coloured, like the bees</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And like the butterflies.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Lord, not with these, their voice</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Cannot even leave their mouths.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><SPAN STYLE=\"font-weight: medium\">It</SPAN><B> </B>stays\r\nthere glued on yellow teeth.&sup1;</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.37cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But as I have said terror and pity are invoked not for\r\nthemselves but for the sake of purification. They serve to wash and\r\ncleanse the troubled sentiments and bring in a purer clearer\r\natmosphere. When we have passed through those heavy and cruel\r\nfeelings, we arrive at a kindlier note. Thus,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.37cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Then I heard footsteps upon the pebbles</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I saw no faces. They had gone when I turned my head.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Still that voice heavy upon me like the treading of\r\ncattle</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Stayed in the pulses of the sky and in the sea\'s roll</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.96cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Over upon the shingle again and again:&sup2;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: -0.03cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Or this superb picture of the Holy Ascension:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: -0.03cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n&nbsp;</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Suddenly I was walking and not walking.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I looked at the flying birds: they had turned to stone.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I looked at the shining sky: there was amazement in the\r\nair</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>I looked at the struggling bodies: they stood still.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And in their midst was a face ascending into the light.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Over the neck the black hair flowed, the eyebrows</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Had the beat of a swallow\'s wing, the nostrils</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Curved back over the lips, and now the body</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Was rising out of the labour, naked, with the unripe\r\nbreasts</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Of a virgin, Leader of Ways;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A dancing but no movement.&sup3;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.36cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Indeed, this is beauty cleansed and translucent, a\r\nbeauty of the eternal Ionian sky. How limpid and serene, yet\r\npulsating with a coursing life is this pastoral:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.36cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup1; &quot;Postscript&quot;, From Log Book II.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup2; &quot;Salamis in Cyprus&quot;, From Log Book III.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup3; &quot;Engomi&quot;, Ibid.</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 195</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In the sky the clouds were ringlets; here and there</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>A trumpet of gold and rose: the approaching dusk.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In the scanty grass and among the thorns there roamed</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Thin breaths that follow the rain; it must have been\r\nraining</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 2.01cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Over there at the edge of the hills that now took on\r\ncolour.&sup1;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Yet was he a Christian in mood or feeling or faith in\r\nthe wake of his friend and comrade, kindred in spirit and in manner,\r\nthe English poet T. S. Eliot? There was a difference between the two\r\nand Seferis himself gave expression to it. The English poet after all\r\nwas an escapist: he escaped, that is to say, in, his consciousness,\r\ninto the monastery, the religious or spiritual sedative – opium?\r\nSeferis speaks approvingly of a poet of his country, alike in spirit,\r\nwho declared that he was no reformer in this sad world,&sup2; he let\r\nthings happen, he was satisfied with being a witness, seeing nature\r\nunroll her inexhaustible beauty. Eliot\'s was more or less a moral\r\nrevulsion whereas the Greek poet was moved rather by an aesthetic\r\nrepulsion from the uglinesses of life. It was almost a physical\r\nreaction.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This reaction led him not to escape the reality but to\r\ndetach himself and rise to heights from where he could see a clearer\r\nbeauty in earthly things. He says:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=RIGHT STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Just a little more</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And we shall see the almond trees in blossom</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The marbles shining in the sun</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The sea, the curling waves.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Just a little more</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Let us rise just a little higher.&sup3;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Nor was he, we may now observe, a pagan, a secular\r\naesthete. He has himself risen enough to glimpse and name his soul.\r\nIt was not perhaps as clear a sight as that of Eliot that had a</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup1; &quot;Engomi&quot;.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup2; This is what exactly Seferis says about this &quot;old\r\nman&quot; of Greece.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&quot;He has no inclination to reform. On the contrary,\r\nhe has an obvious loathing for any reformer. He writes as though he\r\nwere telling us: if men are such as they are, let them go where they\r\ndeserve to be. It is not my business to correct them.&quot; </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=RIGHT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; font-style: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>– Poetry (Chicago), October 1964.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal\">&sup3;&quot;Just a\r\nlittle more&quot;, Mythistorema</SPAN><I>.</I></FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><SPAN STYLE=\"font-style: normal\"><FONT SIZE=2>Page\r\n– 196</FONT></SPAN></FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"font-style:normal; line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>touch of the Upanishadic assurance. Still the sense of\r\nan im&shy;mortal thing unrepressed by mortalities came to him, in an\r\nauthentic manner. For such is his final vision:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And those bodies</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Created from a land unknown to them</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Have their own souls.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Now they assemble tools to change these souls.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>It will not be possible. They will only undo them,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left: 1.98cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>If souls can be undone.&sup1;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Neither wholly an earthbound poet nor clearly an\r\nother&shy;worldly prophet his question still remains:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>What is god? What is not god? What is in-between?</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Seferis is a being of this in-between world, his\r\nconsciousness a golden seam joining two hemispheres.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.35cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>&sup1;“Salamis in Cyprus.â€</FONT><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: -0.05cm; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 197</FONT></P>\r\n<p align=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"38\" height=\"49\" border=\"0\"></a></p>\r\n<div align=\"right\"> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-26_George seferis','','publish','closed','open','','26_george-seferis','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/26_george-seferis/',0,'post','',0),(1935,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>POETS \r\nAND MYSTICS</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">POETS \r\nAND MYSTICS&nbsp;</font></b></p>\r\n		<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\">&nbsp;</p>\r\n<hr style=\"line-height:100%; margin-bottom:0cm;\">\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height:150%; margin-bottom:0;margin-top:0\"><I><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Sri\r\nAurobindo : The Age of Sri Aurobindo</font></b></I></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 2.72cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>SOMEONE\r\nhas written to this effect: &quot;This is not the age of Sri\r\nAurobindo. His ideal of a divine life upon earth mayor may not be\r\ntrue; at any rate it is not of today or even of tomorrow. Humanity\r\nwill take some time before it reaches that stage or its possibility.\r\nWhat we are concerned with here and now is something perhaps less\r\ngreat, less spiritual, but more urgent and more practical. The\r\nproblem is not to run away with one\'s soul, but to maintain its\r\nearthly tenement, to keep body and soul together: one has to live\r\nfirst, .live materially before one can hope to live spiritually.&quot;</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Well, the view expressed in these words is not a new\r\nrevelation. It has been the cry of suffering humanity through the\r\nages. Man has borne his cross since the beginning of his creation\r\nthrough want and privation, through disease and bereavement, through\r\nall manner of turmoil and tribulation, and <I>yet – mirabile dictu\r\n– at </I>the same time, in the very midst of those conditions, he\r\nhas been aspiring and yearning for something else, ignoring the\r\npresent, looking into the beyond. It is not the prosperous and the\r\nmore happily placed in life who find it more easy to turn to the\r\nhigher life, it is not the wealthiest who has the greatest\r\nopportunity to pursue a spiritual idea. On the contrary, spiritual\r\nleaders have thought and experienced otherwise.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Apart from the well-recognised fact that only in\r\ndistress does the normal man think of God and non-worldly things, the\r\nreal matter, however, is that the inner life is a thing apart and\r\nfollows its own line of movement, does not depend upon, is not\r\nsubservient to, the kind of outer life that one may happen</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 49</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>to\r\nlive under. The Bible says indeed, &quot;Blessed are the poor,\r\nblessed are they that mourn&quot;... But the Upanishad declares, on\r\nthe other hand, that even as one lies happily on a royal couch,\r\nbathes and anoints himself with all the perfumes of the world, has\r\nattendants all around and always to serve him, even so, one can be\r\nfull of the divine consciousness from the crown of the head to the\r\ntip of his toe-nail. In fact, a poor or a prosperous life is in no\r\ndirect or even indirect ratio to a spiritual life. All the miseries\r\nand immediate needs of a physical life do not and cannot detain or\r\ndelay one from following the path of the ideal; nor can all your\r\nriches be a burden to your soul and overwhelm it, if it chooses to\r\nwalk on-it can not only walk, but soar and fly with all that knapsack\r\non its back.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>If one were to be busy about reforming the world and\r\nwhen that was done then alone to turn to other-worldly things, in\r\nthat case, one would never take the turn, for the world will never be\r\nreformed totally or even considerably in that way. It is not that\r\nreformers have for the first time appeared on the earth in the\r\npresent age. Men have attempted social, political, economic and moral\r\nreforms from times immemorial. But that has not barred the spiritual\r\nattempt or minimised its importance. To say that because an ideal is\r\napparently too high or too great for the present age, it must be kept\r\nin cold storage is to set a premium on the present nature of humanity\r\narid eternise it: that would bind the world to its old moorings and\r\nnever give it the opportunity to be free and go out into the high\r\nseas of larger and greater realisations.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The ideal or perhaps one should say the policy of\r\nReal-politik is the thing needed in this world. To achieve something\r\nactually in the physical and material field, even a lesser something,\r\nis worth much more than speculating on high flaunting chimeras and\r\nindulging in day-dreams. Yes, but what is this something that has to\r\nbe achieved in the material world? It is always an ideal. Even\r\nprocuring food for each and every person, clothing and housing all is\r\nnot less an ideal for all its concern about actuality. Only there are\r\nideals and ideals; some are nearer to the earth, some seem to be in\r\nthe background. But the mystery is that it is not always the ideal\r\nnearest to the earth which is the. easiest to achieve or the first\r\nthing to be done first. Do we not see before our very eyes</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 50</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"><FONT SIZE=3>how\r\nsome very simple innocent social and economic changes are difficult\r\nto carry out – they bring in their train quite disproportionately\r\ngestures and movements of violence and revolution? That is because we\r\nseek to cure the symptoms and not touch the root of the disease. For\r\neven the most innocent-looking social, economic or political abuse\r\nhas at its base far-reaching attitudes and life-urges – even a\r\nspiritual outlook – that have to be sought out and tackled first,\r\nif the attempt at reform is to be permanently and wholly successful.\r\nEven in mundane matters we do not dig deep enough, or rise high\r\nenough.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.38cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Indeed, looking from a standpoint that views the working\r\nof the forces that act and achieve – and not the external facts and\r\nevents and arrangements alone – one finds that things that are\r\nachieved on the material plane are first developed and matured and\r\nmade ready behind the veil and at a given moment burst out and\r\nmanifest themselves often unexpectedly and suddenly like a chick out\r\nof the shell or the young butterfly out of the cocoon. The Gita\r\npoints to that truth of Nature when it says: &quot;These beings have\r\nalready been killed by Me.&quot; It is not that a long or strenuous\r\nphysical planning and preparation alone or in the largest measure\r\nbrings about a physical realisation. The deeper we go within, the\r\nfarther we are away from the surface, the nearer we come to the roots\r\nand sources of things even most superficial. The spiritual view sees\r\nand declares that it is the Brahmic consciousness that holds,\r\ninspires, builds up Matter, the physical body and form of Brahman.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The highest ideal, the very highest which God and Nature\r\nand Man have in view, is not and cannot be kept in cold storage: it\r\nis being worked out even here and now, and it has to be worked out\r\nhere and now. The ideal of the Life Divine embodies a central truth\r\nof existence, and however difficult or chimerical it may appear to be\r\nto the normal mind, it is the preoccupation of the inner being of man\r\n– all other ways or attempts of curing human ills are faint echoes,\r\nmasks, diversions of this secret urge at the source and heart of\r\nthings. That ideal is a norm and a force that is ever dynamic and has\r\nbecome doubly so since it has entered the earth atmosphere and the\r\nwaking human consciousness and is labouring there. It is always safer\r\nand wiser to recognise that fact, to help in the realisation of that\r\ntruth and be profited by it.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; border-top: medium none; border-bottom: 1px solid #000000; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; padding-top: 0cm; padding-bottom: 0.07cm; padding-left: 0cm; padding-right: 0cm; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 51</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent: 0.39cm; margin-bottom: 0; line-height: 150%; margin-top:0\"> \r\n  <a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"37\" height=\"47\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-06_The Age of Sri Aurobindo','','publish','closed','open','','06_the-age-of-sri-aurobindo','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/06_the-age-of-sri-aurobindo/',0,'post','',0),(1936,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\">\r\n<html xmlns:v=\"urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml\"\r\n\r\n<head>\r\n<meta http-equiv=Content-Type content=\"text/html; charset=iso-8859-1\">\r\n<title>Jules\r\nSupervielle</title>\r\n</head>\r\n\r\n<body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=blue style=\'tab-interval:.5in\'>\r\n\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n\r\n<div class=Section1>\r\n\r\n<p align=right style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Jules\r\nSupervielle</font></b></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">JULES SUPERVIELLE\r\nis a French poet and a modern French poet. He belongs to this century and died\r\nonly a few years ago. Although he wrote in French, he came of a Spanish\r\ncolonist family settled in <st1:place>South America</st1:place> (<st1:City><st1:place>Montevideo</st1:place></st1:City>).\r\nHe came to <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nearly in life and was educated there. He lived in <st1:country-region><st1:place>France</st1:place></st1:country-region>\r\nbut maintained his relation with his mother-country.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:11.5pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">His poetry is very characteristic and adds almost a new\r\nvein to the spirit and manner of French poetry. He has bypassed the rational\r\nand emotional tradition of his adopted country, brought in a mystic way of\r\nvision characteristic of the East. This mysticism is not however the normal\r\nspiritual way but a kind of oblique sight into what is hidden behind the\r\nappearance. By the oblique way I mean the sideway to enter into the secret of\r\nthings, a passage opening through the side. The mystic vision has different\r\nways of approach<font face=\"Times New Roman\">&#8211;</font> one may look at the thing straight, face to face,\r\nbeing level with it with a penetrating gaze, piercing a direct entry into the\r\nsecrets behind. This frontal gaze is also the normal human way of knowing and\r\nunderstanding, the scientific way. It becomes mystic when it penetrates\r\nsufficiently behind and strikes a secret source of another light and sight,\r\nthat is, the inner sight of the soul. The normal vision which I said is the\r\nscientist\'s vision, stops short at a certain distance and so does not possess\r\nthe key to the secret knowledge. But an aspiring vision can stretch itself,\r\ndrill into the surface obstacle confronting it, and make its contact with the\r\nhidden ray behind. There is also another mystic way, not a gaze inward but a\r\ngaze upward. The human intelligence and the higher brain consciousness seeks a\r\ngreater and intenser light, a vaster knowledge and. leaps upward as it were.\r\nThere develops a penetrating gaze towards heights up<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; text-indent:11.5pt; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page - 198</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">and\r\nabove, to such a vision the mystery of the spirit slowly reveals itself. That\r\nis Vedantic mysticism. There is a look downward also below the life-formation\r\nand one enters into contact with forces and beings and creatures of another\r\ntype, a portion of which is named Hell or Hades in Europe, and in India Patal\r\nand <i>rasatal. </i>But here we are speaking of another way, not a frontal or\r\nstraight movement, but as I said, splitting the side and entering into it,\r\nsomething like opening the shell of a mother of pearl and finding the pearl\r\ninside. There is a descriptive mystic: the suprasensuous experience is\r\npresented in images and feeling forms. That is the romantic way. There is an\r\nexplanatory mysticism: the suprasensuous is set in intellectual or mental\r\nterms, making it somewhat clear to the normal understanding. That is I suppose\r\nclassical mysticism. All these are more or less direct ways, straight\r\napproaches to the mystic reality. But the oblique is different \r\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">&#8211;</font> it\r\nis a seeking of the mind and an apprehension of the senses that are allusive,\r\nindirect, that move through contraries and negations, that point to a different\r\ndirection in order just to suggest the objective aimed at. The Vedantic (and\r\nthe Scientific too) is the straight, direct, rectilinear gaze \r\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">&#8211;</font> the Vedantin says, May I look at the Sun with a transfixed gaze\'<font face=\"Times New Roman\">&#8211;</font>;\r\nwhether he looks upward or inward or downward. But the modem mystic is of a\r\ndifferent mould. He has not that clear absolute vision, he has the apprehension\r\nof an aspiring consciousness. His is not religious poetry for that matter, but\r\nit is an aspiration and a yearning to perceive and seize truth and reality that\r\neludes the senses, but seems to be still there. We shall understand better by\r\ntaking a poem of his as example. Thus:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-right:0in; \r\nmargin-left:.7pt;margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">ALTER\r\nEGO</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Une souris s\'échappe</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">(Ce n\'en était pas une)</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Une femme s\'éveille</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">(Comment le savez-vous?)</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Et la porte qui grince</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">(On l\'huila ce matin)</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Prés du mur de clôture</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">(Le mur n\'existe plus)<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page - 199</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>Ah! Je ne puis rien direct</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>(Eh bien, vous vous tairez!)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>Je ne puis pas bouger</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>(Vous marchez sur la route)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>Où allons nous ainsi?</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>(C\'est moi qui le demande)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>Je suis seul sur la Terre</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>(Je suis là près de vous)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>Peut-on être si seul</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>(Je le suis plus que vous)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>Je vois votre visage, </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:112.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\ncolor:black\'>(Nul ne m\'a jamais vu)</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:8.0pt\'>ALTER EGO</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>A\r\nmouse runs out</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(I t\r\nwas not there)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>A\r\nwoman wakes</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(How\r\ndo you know?)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>And\r\nthe squeaking door</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(It\r\nwas oiled this morning)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Near\r\nthe cloister wall</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(There\r\nis now no wall)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Oh! I\r\ncan\'t say a thing</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(Well,\r\nnow you\'ll be quiet!)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>I\r\ncannot move</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(You\r\nare walking along the road)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Does\r\nall this get us anywhere?</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(I\'m\r\nasking you)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>I\'m\r\nalone on Earth</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(I\'m\r\nhere beside you)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>Can\r\none be so alone?</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>(I\'m\r\nmore alone than you,</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>I can\r\nsee your face,</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:113.05pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>No one\r\nhas ever seen mine.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.5pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;text-indent:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>It is a colloquy between &quot;I&quot;\r\nand the &quot;other-I&quot;. The apparent self sees things that appear so\r\nconcrete and real but in the &quot;other&quot;, they vanish and become airy\r\nnothings. Still, if things have any reality it is there in that other self.</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;\r\ntext-indent:.15in;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page - 200</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;text-indent:.15in;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Or again, take this :<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\ntext-indent:.15in;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\ntext-indent:.15in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><b><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>LUI\r\nSEUL</span></b></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;text-indent:.15in;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Si vous touchez sa main\r\nc\'est bien sans le savoir,</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Vous vous le rappelez mais\r\nsous un autre nom,</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Au milieu de la nuit au\r\nplus fort du sommeil,</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Vous dites son vrai nom et\r\nle faites asseoir,</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Un jour on frappe et je\r\ndevine que c\'est lui</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Qui s\'en vient pr<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>è</span>s de nous <span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>à</span> n\'importe quelle heure</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Et vous le regardez avec\r\nun tel oubli</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Qu\'il s\'en retourne au\r\nloin mais en laissant derri<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>è</span>re</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Une porte vivante et pale\r\ncomme lui.</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;text-indent:.15in;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;text-indent:.15in;mso-line-height-alt:\r\n10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><b><font size=\"2\">HE ALONE</font></b></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">If you touch his hand it is quite\r\nwithout knowing,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">You remember him, but he had another\r\nname.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">In the middle of the night, in the\r\ndepth of sleep,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">You speak his real name and ask him\r\nto be seated.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">One day there comes a knock and I\r\nguess it is he</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Who comes to be beside us at any\r\ntime</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">And you give him such an empty stare</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">That he turns and goes far away, but\r\nleaving behind</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:143.3pt; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">A living door, as pale as he himsel£</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:11.5pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:11.5pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">The Reality is so real that it is always there, and it is\r\nnot always altogether intangible, invisible. You touch it often enough but you\r\ndo not know that it was the reality. You give it another name: perhaps\r\nimagination, illusion, hallucination.Yes, at the dead of night when you have\r\nforgotten yourself, forgotten the world, nothing exists, you call out his true\r\nname and set him in front - O my soul, 0 my God!</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:10.1pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">In the next poem that I quote, the mystery is explained,\r\nthat is to say, described a little more at length.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:10.1pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><b><font size=\"2\">SAISIR</font></b></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Saisir,\r\nsaisir le soir, la pomme et la statue,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:2in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Saisir,\r\nl\'ombre et le mur et le bout de la rue,</i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page - 201</span><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Saisir\r\nle pied, le cou de la femme couch<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span>e</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Et puis\r\nouvrir les mains. Combien d\'oiseaux l<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>â</span>ch<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span>s,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Combien\r\nd\'oiseaux perdus qui deviennent la rue,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>L\'ombre,\r\nle mur, le soir, la pomme et la statue.</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Mains,\r\nvous vous usurez</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>A ce\r\ngrave jeu-l<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>à</span>,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Il\r\nfaudra vous couper</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Un\r\njour, vous couper ras.</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Grands\r\nyeux dans ce visage,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Qui\r\nvous a plac<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span>s l<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>à</span>?</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>De quel\r\nvaisseau sans m<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>â</span>ts</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i><span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>Ê</span>tes-vous l\'<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span>quipage?</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Depuis\r\nquel abordage</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Attendez-vous\r\nainsi</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Ouverts\r\ntoute la nuit?</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Feux\r\nnoirs d\'un bastingage</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Etonn<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span>s mais soumis</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>A la\r\nloi des orages.</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Prissonniers\r\nde mirages</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Quand\r\nsonnera minuit</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Baissez\r\nun peu les cils</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Pour\r\nreprendre courage.</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>* *</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Saisir\r\nquand tout me quitte,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Et avec\r\nquelles mains</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Saisir\r\ncette pens<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span>e,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i><span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>Ê</span>t avec quelles mains</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Saisir\r\nenfin le jour</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Par la\r\npeau de son cou,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Le\r\ntenir remuant</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Comme\r\nun li<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>è</span>vre vivant?</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Viens,\r\nsommeil, aide-moi</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Tu\r\nsaisiras pour moi,</i><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page - 202</span><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Ce que\r\nje n\'ai pu pendre,</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Sommeil\r\naux mains plus grands.</i><o:p></o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt;font-weight:medium; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><b><font size=\"2\">TO SEIZE</font></b></p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;\r\nmso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Seize, seize the apple and\r\nthe statue and the night</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Seize the shadow and the wall\r\nand the end of the street</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Seize the foot, the neck of\r\nthe lady in bed</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Then open your hands. How\r\nmany birds released</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">How many lost birds that turn\r\ninto the street,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">The shadow, the wall, the\r\napple, the statue, and the night?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Hands, you will wear\r\nyourselves out</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">At this dangerous game.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">You will have to be cut</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Off, one day, off at the\r\nwrist.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">* * *</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Great eyes within this face,\r\nwho</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Placed you there?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Of what vessel with masts of\r\nair</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Are you the crew?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Who boarded your decks,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">That you must ride</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">The darkness, open wide?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Black flares on the bulwarks,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Astonished, you complied</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">With the law of storms and\r\nwrecks.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Prisoners of a mirage,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">When the strokes of <st1:time\r\nMinute=\"0\" Hour=\"0\">midnight</st1:time> settle,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Lower your lids a little</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">To give yourself courage.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">* * *</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Seize when all else fails me,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:10.8pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">And with what hands<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page - 203</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">May I seize that thought,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">And with what hands</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Seize, at last, the daylight</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">By the scruff of the neck,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">And hold it wriggling</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Like a live hare?</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Come, sleep, and help me,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">You shall seize for me</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">What I could not hold,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">Sleep, in your larger hands.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.5pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:12.25pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">These hands do not grasp that thing, these eyes do not see\r\nthat. Try to capture through the senses that tenuous substance, you find it\r\nnowhere. You cannot throttle that reality with your solid fist. Chop off your\r\nhands, pluck out your eyes, then perhaps something will stir in that darkness,\r\nsomething that exists not but wields a sovereign power. The eyes that see are\r\nnot these winkless wide eyes, blank, vacant and dry, before which blackness is\r\nthe only reality. One must have something of the bedewed gentle hesitating\r\nhuman eyes; it is there that the other light condescends to cast its\r\nreflection. The poet says, man with his outward regalia seems to have lost all\r\ntrace of the Divine in him, what is still left of God in him is just the\r\n\'humidity\' of his soul<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>¹</span>\r\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\">&#8212;</font>; the \'tears of things\' as a great poet says.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:12.25pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">The sense that seizes and captures and makes an object its\r\nown is not any robust material sense, but something winged and vast and\r\nimpalpable like your sleep - the other consciousness.</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:11.5pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">The poet speaks obliquely but the language he speaks by\r\nitself is straight, clear, simple, limpid. No rhetoric is there, no exaggeration,\r\nno effort at effect; the voice is not raised above the normal speech level.\r\nThat is indeed the new modern poetic style. For according to the new\r\nconsciousness prose and poetry are not two different orders, the old order\r\ncreated poetry in heaven, the new poetry wants it upon earth; level with earth,\r\nthe common human speech, the spoken tongues give the supreme intrinsic beauty\r\nof poetic cadence. The best poetry embodies the quintessence of prose-rhythm,\r\nits pure spontaneous </p>\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:11.5pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-indent:11.5pt; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>¹</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>God says to man: &quot;L\'humidit</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span><span\r\nstyle=\'font-size:10.0pt\'> de votre </span><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\nfont-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>â</span><span style=\'font-size:10.0pt\'>me, c\'est ce\r\nqui vous reste de moi.&quot;</span><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<div style=\'border:none;border-bottom:solid black 1.0pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:\r\nsolid black .75pt;padding:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in\'>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; text-indent:11.5pt; padding:0in; border-style:none; margin-bottom:0;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid black .75pt;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 2.0pt 0in; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\r\n\'>Page - 204</span></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">and easy and felicitous movement. In English the hiatus between the poetic\r\nspeech and prose is considerable, in French it is not so great, still the two\r\nwere kept separate. In England Eliot came to demolish the barrier, in France a\r\nwhole company has come up and very significant among them is this foreigner\r\nfrom Spain who is so obliquely simple and whose Muse has a natural yet haunting\r\nmagic of divine things:</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin:0 0in; line-height:150%\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.5pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Elle l<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>è</span>ve les yeux et la brise </i>s\' <i>arr<span\r\nstyle=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>ê</span>te</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.5pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><i>Elle baisse les yeux, la\r\ncampagne </i>s\'<span style=\'font-family:\"Luxi Serif\"\'>é</span><i>tend.</i></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-bottom:0;mso-line-height-alt:11.5pt; line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1.5in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">She lifts her eyes and the breeze is\r\nstilled,</p>\r\n\r\n<p style=\"margin-right:0in; margin-left:1.5in; \r\nmargin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">She lowers her eyes and the\r\nlandscape rolls on.</p>\r\n\r\n<p align=center style=\"text-align:center; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\">\r\n<span style=\'font-size:10.0pt;\'>Page - 205</span></p>\r\n\r\n<div class=MsoNormal align=center style=\'text-align:center\'>\r\n\r\n<hr size=2 width=\"100%\" align=center>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n  <p align=right style=\"text-align:right; margin-bottom:0;line-height:150%; margin-top:0\"><a href=\"-01-Index\"><span style=\'font-size:\r\n10.0pt;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none\'></span><span style=\'font-size:\r\n10.0pt;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none\'><a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img border=0 width=37\r\nheight=48 id=\"_x0000_i1028\" src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\"></a></span></a></p>\r\n\r\n</div>\r\n\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n\r\n</body>\r\n\r\n</html>\r\n','-27_Jules Supervielle','','publish','closed','open','','27_jules-supervielle','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/27_jules-supervielle/',0,'post','',0),(1937,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE></TITLE>\r\n	<META NAME=\"GENERATOR\" CONTENT=\"Namo WebEditor v4.0\">\r\n	<META NAME=\"CREATED\" CONTENT=\"20040408;14051200\">\r\n	<META NAME=\"CHANGED\" CONTENT=\"20040408;14054200\">\r\n	<STYLE>\r\n	<!--\r\n		@page { margin-left: 3.18cm; margin-right: 3.18cm; margin-top: 2.54cm; margin-bottom: 2.54cm }\r\n		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }\r\n	-->\r\n	</STYLE>\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><b>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Two Sonnets of Shakespeare</font></b></p>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>ON the occasion of the 400th birth anniversary of\r\nShakespeare, I present to you today two of the great Shakespearean\r\nsonnets. The sonnets, as you know, are all about love. They are\r\nhowever characterised by an incredible intensity and perhaps an\r\nequally incredible complexity, for the Shakespearean feeling is of\r\nthat category.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Shakespeare has treated love in a novel way; he has\r\ngiven a new figure to that common familiar sentiment. And\r\nincidentally he has given a new sense and bearing to Death. From a\r\nhuman carnal base there is a struggle, an effort here to rise into\r\nsomething extracorporeal; that is, something outside and independent\r\nof the body and impersonal. The sense of the first sonnet is this:\r\nthe body decays and dies, even as bleak winter seizes upon the\r\nbeauties of Nature or black Night swallows up the light of the day.\r\nBut love lingers still – as the song of sweet birds – and the\r\ndying cadence of love curiously invokes and evokes a resurgent love\r\nin the beloved. The second sonnet hymns the soul\'s conquest over\r\nDeath. The soul is that which is sinless in the sinful, it is the\r\npure, the unsullied – the immortal love – in this filth and dirt\r\nof a mortal body with its crude passions. Death eats away the body,\r\nbut in this way the soul grows and eats away Death. This is the final\r\nepiphany, the death of Death and the resurgence of the soul divine in\r\nits love divine.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.44cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=CENTER style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Sonnet </I>73</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>That time of year thou mayst in me behold</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>When\'yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang </FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 178</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Bare ruin\'d choirs where late the sweet birds sang.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In me thou seest the twilight of such day</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>As after sunset fadeth in the west,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Which by and by black night doth take away,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Death\'s second self, that seals up all in rest.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In me thou seest the glowing of such fire</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>As the death-bed whereon it must expire,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Consum\'d with that which it was nourish\'d by.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:3.02cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This thou perceiv\'st which makes thy love more strong,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:3.02cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>To love that well which thou must leave ere long.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3><I>Sonnet </I>146</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>[Fool\'d by] these rebel pow\'rs that thee array,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Why so large cost, having so short a lease,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Eat up thy charge? is this thy body\'s end?</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant\'s loss,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And let that pine to aggravate thy store;</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.01cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Within be fed, without be rich no more.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.99cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT STYLE=\"margin-left:2.99cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>And, Death once dead, there\'s no more dying then.</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=LEFT style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The Shakespearean conclusion \'And Death once dead,\r\nthere\'s no more dying then\' resounds in our ears like an echo of the\r\nfamous lines of Sri Aurobindo in <I>Savitri – </I></FONT>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.36cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Even there shall come as a high crown of all</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:1.98cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The end of Death, the death of Ignorance.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 179</FONT></P>\r\n<P LANG=\"en-US\" ALIGN=\"right\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"40\" height=\"51\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-23_Two Sonnets of Shakespeare','','publish','closed','open','','23_two-sonnets-of-shakespeare','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/23_two-sonnets-of-shakespeare/',0,'post','',0),(1938,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	\r\n	<TITLE>The\r\nPhilosopher as an\r\nArtist</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en-US\" DIR=\"LTR\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\" face=\"Times New Roman,sans-serif\">The\r\nPhilosopher </font><FONT face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"4\">as an\r\nArtist </FONT></B><font size=\"4\"><FONT face=\"Times New Roman\"><B>and </B></FONT>\r\n<FONT face=\"Times New Roman,sans-serif\"><B>Philosophy\r\n</B></FONT></font><FONT face=\"Times New Roman\"><B><font size=\"4\">as an Art</font></B></FONT></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<font face=\"Times New Roman\"><BR></font><FONT SIZE=3>I WONDER why Philosophy has never been considered as a\r\nvariety of Art. Philosophy is admired for the depth and height of its\r\nsubstance, for its <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">endeavour</SPAN> to discover\r\nthe ultimate Truth, for its one-pointed adherence to the supremely\r\nReal; but precisely because it does so it is set in opposition to Art\r\nwhich is reputed as the domain of the ideal, the imaginative or the\r\nfictitious. Indeed it is the antagonism between the two that has\r\nalways been <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">emphasised</SPAN> and upheld as an\r\naxiomatic truth and an indisputable fact. Of course, old Milton (he\r\nwas young, however, when he wrote these lines) says that philosophy\r\nis divine and charming:</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.5in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose,</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.5in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But musical as is Apollo\'s lute.!</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"margin-left:0.5in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Well, I am not sure if the poet was anything more than\r\nbeing metaphorically rhapsodical, at the most he had only a poetic\r\nperception, he did not give us the scientific truth of the matter.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.16in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>In the face of established opinion and tradition (and in\r\nthe wake of the prophetic poet) I propose to demonstrate that\r\nPhilosophy has as much claim to be called an art, as any other\r\northodox art, painting or sculpture or music or architecture. I do\r\nnot refer to the element of philosophy-perhaps the very large element\r\nof philosophy -that is imbedded and ingrained in every Art; I speak\r\nof Philosophy by itself as a distinct type of authentic art. I mean\r\nthat Philosophy is composed or created in the same way as any other\r\nart and the philosopher is moved and driven by the inspiration and\r\nimpulsion of a genuine artist. Now, what is Art? Please do not be\r\nperturbed by the question. I am not trying to enter into the\r\nphilosophy-the metaphysics</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.16in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.16in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2><FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">¹</FONT> <I>Comus, I,\r\n</I>477-8.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.16in; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 245</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>of it, but only into the science - the physics - of it.\r\nWhatever else it may be, the <I>sine qua non, </I>the minimum\r\nrequisite of art is that it must be a thing of beauty, that is to\r\nsay, it must possess a beautiful form. Even the Vedic Rishi says that\r\nthe poet by his poetic power created a heavenly <I>form -kavih\r\nkavitva divi r<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">u</FONT>pam asajat. </I>As\r\na matter of fact, a supreme beauty of form has often marked the very\r\napex of artistic creation. Now, what does the Philosopher do? The\r\nsculptor hews beautiful forms out of marble, the poet fashions\r\nbeautiful forms out of words, the musician shapes beautiful forms out\r\nof sounds. And the philosopher? The philosopher, I submit, builds\r\nbeautiful forms out of thoughts and concepts. Thoughts and concepts\r\nare the raw materials out of which the artist philosopher creates\r\nmosaics and patterns and designs architectonic edifices. For what\r\nelse are philosophic systems? A system means, above all, a form of\r\nbeauty, symmetrical and harmonious, a unified whole, rounded and\r\npolished and firmly holding together. Even as in Art, truth, bare\r\nsheer truth is not the object of philosophical inquiry either. Has it\r\nnot been considered sufficient for a truth to be philosophically\r\ntrue, if it is consistent, if it does not involve self-contradiction?\r\nThe equation runs: Truth=Self-consistency; Error=Self-contradiction.\r\nTo discover the absolute truth is not the philosopher\'s task-it is an\r\nambitious enterprise as futile and as much of a <I>m<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">a</FONT>y<FONT FACE=\"Luxi Serif\">a</FONT>\r\n</I>as the pursuit of absolute space, absolute time or absolute\r\nmotion in Science. Philosophy has nothing more to do-and nothing\r\nless-than to evolve or build up a system, in other words, a</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>self-consistent whole (of concepts, in this case). Art\r\nalso does exactly the same thing. Self-contradiction means at bottom,\r\nwant of harmony, balance, symmetry, unity, and self-consistency means\r\nthe contrary of these things-the two terms used by philosophy are\r\nonly the logical formulation of an essentially aesthetic value.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Take, for example, the philosophical system of Kant or\r\nof Hegel or of our own Shankara. What a beautiful edifice of thought\r\neach one has reared! How cogent and compact, <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">organised</SPAN>\r\nand poised and finely <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">modelled</SPAN>! Shankara\'s\r\nreminds me of a tower, strong and slender, mounting straight and\r\ntapering into a vanishing point among the clouds; it has the\r\ncharacteristic linear movement of Indian melody. On the other</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.17in; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 246</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:-0.01in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>hand, the march of the Kantian Critiques or of the\r\nHegelian Dialectic has a broader base and involves a composite\r\nstrain, a balancing of contraries, a blending of diverse notes: there</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>is something here of the amplitude and comprehensiveness\r\nof harmonic architecture (without perhaps a corresponding degree of\r\naltitude).</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.14in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>All these systems, commonly called philosophical, appear\r\nto me supremely artistic. The logical intellect has worked here.\r\nexactly like a chisel or a brush in the hands of the artist. It did\r\nnot care for truth <I>per se, </I>its prime preoccupation was\r\narrangement, disposition; the problem it set before itself was how\r\nbest to present a consistent and unified, that is to say, a beautiful\r\nwhole.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.15in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>But the philosopher\'s stone is not, after all, a myth,\r\nas is being proved by modern science. Even so, the philosopher\'s\r\ntruth -the truth, that is to say, in the noumenal sense, to which he\r\naspires in his heart of hearts-is also existent. There is a reality\r\napart from and beyond all relativities and contin­gencies: truth\r\nis not mere self-consistence, it is self-existence. Art and\r\nphilosophy as an art may not comprehend it, but they circuit round it\r\nand even have glimpses of it and touch it, though the vision they\r\nhave more often aberrates, distorting a rope into a snake.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.15in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>It is a grain of this truth that is the substance and\r\nthe core of all true art and philosophy. Philosophy works upon this\r\nsecret strand by its logic, art by imagination-although logic and\r\nimagination may not be so incommensurable as they are commonly\r\nthought to be; even so, both art and philosophy arrive at the same\r\nresult, viz., the building of a beautiful superstructure.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>This golden core of truth comes from elsewhere-it is\r\nbeyond the <I>mayic </I>circle of art and philosophy. To have access\r\nto it, a lid overhead is to be broken through-rather, as it is said,\r\nit is that that breaks through of its own accord and reveals its\r\nidentity.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.19in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Plato would not tolerate the poets in his ideal society\r\nsince they care too much for beauty and very little for the true and\r\ngood. He wanted it all to be a kingdom of philosophers. I am afraid\r\nPlato\'s philosopher is not true to type, the type set up by his great\r\ndisciple. Plato\'s philosopher is no longer</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.19in; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 247</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>an artist, he has become a mystic-a Rishi in our\r\nlanguage.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.16in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>For we must remember that Plato himself was really more\r\nof a poet than a philosopher. Very few among the great representative\r\nsouls of humanity surpassed him in the true poetic afflatus. The poet\r\nand the mystic -Kavi and Rishi - are the same in our ancient lore.\r\nHowever these two, Plato and Aristotle, the mystic and the\r\nphilosopher, the master and the disciple, combine to form one of\r\nthese dual personalities which Nature seems to like and throws up\r\nfrom time to time in her evolutionary march-not as a mere study in\r\ncontrast, a token of her dialectical process, but rather as a\r\nmovement of polarity making for a greater comprehensiveness and\r\nricher values. They may be taken as the symbol of a great synthesis\r\nthat humanity needs and is preparing. The role of the mystic is to\r\nenvisage and unveil the truth, the supernal reality which the mind\r\ncannot grasp nor all the critical apparatus of human reason\r\ndemonstrate and to bring it down and present it to the understanding\r\nand apprehending consciousness. The philosopher comes at this stage:\r\nhe receives and gathers all that is given to him, arranges and\r\n<SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">systematises</SPAN>, puts the whole thing in a\r\nframe as it were.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>The poet-philosopher or the philosopher-poet, whichever\r\nway we may put it, is a new formation of the human consciousness that\r\nis coming upon us. A wide and <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">rationalising</SPAN>\r\n(not</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>rationalistic) intelligence deploying and <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">marshalling</SPAN>\r\nout a deep intuitive and direct Knowledge-that is the pattern of\r\nhuman mind developing in the new age. Bergson\'s was a harbinger, a\r\ndefinite landmark on the way. Sri Aurobindo\'s <I>The Life Divine\r\n</I>arrives and opens the very portals of the <SPAN LANG=\"en-GB\">marvellous</SPAN>\r\ntemple city of a dynamic integral knowledge.</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.17in; padding-top:0in; padding-right:0in; padding-bottom:0.03in; padding-left:0in; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page - 248</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent:0.17in; widows: 0; orphans: 0; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"38\" height=\"49\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n<div align=\"right\"> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-35_Philosopher as an Artist','','publish','closed','open','','35_philosopher-as-an-artist','','','2021-11-23 17:58:37','2021-11-23 17:58:37','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/35_philosopher-as-an-artist/',0,'post','',0),(1939,1,'2021-11-23 17:58:38','2021-11-23 17:58:38','<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN\">\r\n<HTML>\r\n<HEAD>\r\n	<META HTTP-EQUIV=\"CONTENT-TYPE\" CONTENT=\"text/html; charset=utf-8\">\r\n	<TITLE>God Made Human</TITLE>\r\n	\r\n</HEAD>\r\n<BODY LANG=\"en\">\r\n<table border=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" width=\"100%\">\r\n	<tr>\r\n		<td>\r\n<p align=\"center\" style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><B>\r\n<font size=\"4\">Nicholas\r\n</font>\r\n</B><FONT face=\"Times New Roman\" size=\"4\"><B>Berdyaev :</B></FONT><B><font size=\"4\"><FONT FACE=\"Arial Narrow\"> </FONT>God Made Human</font></B></p>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><BR>\r\n</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>NICHOLAS\r\nBerdyaev is an ardent worker, as a Russian is naturally expected to\r\nbe, in the cause of the spiritual rehabilitation of mankind. He is a\r\nChristian, a neo-Christian: some of his conclusions are old-world\r\ntruths and bear repetition and insistence; others are of a more\r\nlimited, conditional and even doubtful nature. His conception of the\r\nvalue of human person, the dignity and the high reality he gives to\r\nit, can never be too welcome in a world where the individual seems to\r\nhave gone the way of vanished empires and kings and princes. But even\r\nmore important and interesting is the view he underlines that the\r\ntrue person is a spiritual being, that is to say, it is quite other\r\nthan the empirical ego that man normally is-&quot;not this that one\r\nworships&quot; as the Upanishads too declare. Further, in his\r\nspiritual being man, the individual, is not simply a portion or a\r\nfraction; he is, on the contrary, an integer, a complete whole, a\r\ncreative focus; the true individual is a microcosm yet holding in it\r\nand imaging the macrocosm. Only perhaps greater stress is laid upon\r\nthe aspect of creativity or activism. An Eastern sage, a Vedantin,\r\nwould look for the true spiritual reality behind the flux of forces:\r\nPrakriti or Energy is only the executive will of the Purusha, the\r\nConscious .Being. The personality in Nature is a formulation and\r\nemanation of the transcendent impersonality.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.38cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>There is another aspect of personality as viewed by\r\nBerdyaev which involves a bias of the more orthodox Christian faith:\r\nthe Christ is inseparable from the Cross. So he says: &quot;There is\r\nno such thing as personality if there is no capacity for suffering.\r\nSuffering is inherent in God too, if he is a personality, and not</FONT><BR>\r\n		</P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.38cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 129</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"><FONT SIZE=3>merely\r\nan abstract idea. God shares in the sufferings of men. He yearns for\r\nresponsive love. There are divine as well as human passions and\r\ntherefore divine or creative personality must always suffer to the\r\nend of time. A condition of anguish and distress is inherent in it.&quot;\r\nThe view is logically enforced upon the Christian, it is said, if he\r\nis to accept incarnation, God becoming flesh. Flesh cannot but be\r\nweak. This very weakness, so human, is and must be specially\r\ncharacteristic of God also, if he is one with man and his lover and\r\nsaviour.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=JUSTIFY STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=3>Eastern spirituality does not view sorrow and suffering\r\n– evil – as an integral part of the Divine Consciousness. It is\r\nborn out of the Divine, no doubt, as nothing can be outside the\r\nDivine, but it is a local and temporal formation; it is a disposition\r\nconsequent upon certain conditions and with the absence or\r\nelimination of those conditions, this disposition too disappears. God\r\nand the Divine Consciousness can only be purity, light, immortality\r\nand delight. The compassion that a Buddha feels for the suffering\r\nhumanity is not at all a feeling of suffering; pain or any such\r\nnormal human reaction does not enter into its composition; it is the\r\nmovement of a transcendent consciousness which is beyond and purified\r\nof the normal reactions, yet overarching them and entering into them\r\nas a soothing and illumining and vivifying presence. The healer knows\r\nand understands the pain and suffering of his patient but is not\r\ntouched by them; he need not contract the illness of his patient in\r\norder to be in sympathy with him. The Divine -the Soul-can be in\r\nflesh and yet not smirched with its mire; the flesh is not\r\nessentially or irrevocably the ooze it is under certain given\r\nconditions. The divine physical body is composed of radiant matter\r\nand one can speak of it even as of the soul that weapons cannot\r\npierce it nor can fire burn it.</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=CENTER STYLE=\"border-bottom:1px solid black; text-indent:0.41cm; padding-top:0cm; padding-right:0cm; padding-bottom:0.07cm; padding-left:0cm; border-top-style:none; border-right-style:none; border-left-style:none; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\">\r\n<FONT SIZE=2>Page – 130</FONT></P>\r\n<P ALIGN=\"right\" STYLE=\"text-indent:0.41cm; line-height:150%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0\"> \r\n<a href=\"-00_Ccontent\"><img src=\"/Nolini/Volume-2/_Gif_Image/home03a.gif\" width=\"37\" height=\"47\" border=\"0\"></a></P>\r\n<div align=\"right\"> \r\n	<p style=\"line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0\"> </div>\r\n		</td>\r\n	</tr>\r\n</table>\r\n</BODY>\r\n</HTML>','-15_God Made Human','','publish','closed','open','','15_god-made-human','','','2021-11-23 17:58:38','2021-11-23 17:58:38','',0,'http://collectedworksofnolinikantagupta.com/index.php/2021/11/23/15_god-made-human/',0,'post','',0);
