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\nIntroduction<\/a>   Notes<\/a>   Book 1<\/a>   Book II<\/a>   Book III<\/a>   Book IV<\/a>   
\nBook V<\/a>   Book VI<\/a>   Book VII<\/a>   Book VIII<\/a>   
\nBook IX<\/a>   Book X<\/a>   Book XI<\/a>   Book XII<\/a>
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Book Two. The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>    
\nCanto V<\/a>
\n    Canto VI<\/a>    Canto VII<\/a>    Canto VIII<\/a>    
\nCanto IX<\/a>
\n    Canto X<\/a>    Canto XI<\/a>    Canto XII<\/a>    
\nCanto XIII<\/a>    Canto XIV<\/a>    
\nCanto XV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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Book Two<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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The Book of the Traveller of the Worlds<\/b><\/p>\n

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\n
\n


\nBook
\nTwo: Canto X<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nKingdom and Godheads of the Little Mind<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Summary<\/B>
\n
Above the paradise of Life are the realms of Mind, tranquil,
\nstill.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFirst,
\nAswapathy finds a silver-grey expanse parting the flow of Life from
\nthe poise of Thought, a meeting ground of Knowledge and Ignorance. At
\nthe lower end there is a dim, small-range mind ever turned
\noutward\u2014the material mind. This mind sees everything in terms of
\nMatter and lives from moment to moment in its search for Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthis belt he steps into the realm of an early Sun out of whose rays
\nthe mind has come to be formed. Here an Intelligence is at work
\nmediating between the Supermind above and the Nescience below,
\nlinking up gross Matter and its forms with the Consciousness looming
\nfrom above. It enables Matter to think. Its field is still Ignorance;
\nKnowledge is not yet in its grasp. This reasoning Intelligence with
\nits instrument of logic cuts up Truth into bits and erects a wholly
\nartificial pattern of the universe. However, invasion of Light from
\nabove in the form of intuitions, inspirations, myths, effect a
\nbreakthrough and living Knowledge begins to take shape and lead the
\nearth onward.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nare the first forward movements of the mind, searching for Knowledge,
\nlooking for fresh discoveries. Her first task is to teach Ignorance
\nto awake to the Knowledge within. But mind itself must first learn to
\nrecognise the truth beyond the many transient truths glimpsed by it.
\nThe mind has indeed worked, though cautiously, for the growth of the
\nLight of Knowledge and has cut a passage from the Night of
\nInconscience towards the Light of Omniscience.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nare three gradations of this Mind-Power: the physical mind, the life
\nor desire-mind, the reasoning mind. Of these the first is the
\nmechanical mind ever exposed to its habitual grooves of movement,
\ninert, unchanging, repetitive, limited to physical forms and senses.
\nThis has its role in creation: to fix things in type. All movement,
\nall new influx, is arrested and reduced by this power to its own
\nestablished pattern.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nNext
\ncomes the desire-mind, ever on the move, claiming everything as food
\nfor its hunger. Imaginative, adventurous, impulsive, it is never
\nsatisfied, never content with what is gained. It darts forth in force
\nand often catches what calm intelligence would miss. Instinct and
\nintuition play a good part in its action.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlast and the greatest of these powers is Reason. She looks upon the
\nuniverse as an object to be studied and analysed piece by piece and
\nseeks to impose a logical order and system on everything. She finds
\nout the process of Nature and tries to remove Ignorance and harmonise
\nall by thought.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nMuch
\nthat is not on the surface escapes Reason. She conceptualises what
\nshe sees and weaves webs of abstract thought in her attempt to
\nexplain things. Indeed she releases herself from the trap of the
\nsenses but she cannot break out of the walls of the limited mind. Her
\nconstructed knowledge is shadowed by doubt and at some time or other
\nis questioned and breaks down. There is no finality to her knowledge,
\nshe cannot perceive the whole Truth at the same time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHer
\nlabours are inconclusive. She can support with care and with equal
\ncare demolish the same. Her first reading of the material universe is
\nthat it is the working of a huge self-operating machinery,
\nunconscious and mechanical. Life and Consciousness\u2014such as they
\nare\u2014are products of this action; spirit, mystic feelings, etc. are
\nall fancies; Matter is the sole reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nthis Thought breaks down at the first touch of the Unseen. Flashes
\nfrom the Unknown startle this mind and open her eyes to glimpses of
\nother realities. The ground beneath her is pulled out. All reveals
\nitself to be the movement of a Force, a clash and strife, a dance of
\nKali. Reason wonders if Force is the final certitude and she seeks to
\ngrasp this Power and organise all life into an order, to cut out all
\nthings into a standardised perfection. But the elaborate
\nconstructions of Reason are upset by fresh heavings of Knowledge from
\nwithin and new prospects open up of linking up Earth and Heaven, Life
\nand Spirit, the finite and the Infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAwakened
\nReason is aware of the greater reality behind the surfaces of things,
\nbeyond her stretchings of conceptual logic. She is aware that her
\nbest is only a half-knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nis not the creator, nor is Reason capable of seeing the whole Truth.
\nWhat Reason is occupied with is only the outer robe, form, not the
\nreal body of Truth. She cuts up the Indivisible. Her knowings are
\nonly the husks of the grains of Knowledge that wait within.
\nAnnouncers of the greater Truth, agents of the completer Knowledge
\narrive time and again\u2014inspirations and intuitions that are the
\nharbingers of the vaster Gnosis.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthese three spheres stand two more Powers of the Mind: the
\nLife-Thought which breaks down the little walls built by the three
\nsmaller powers and soars wide and far mapping vistas beyond the
\nnormal ranges of the labouring mind and the pure Thought-Mind,
\nluminous in its transcendent status, impassively surveying the cosmic
\nact.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Journeying
\ncannot Cease<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\ntoo must now be overpassed and left,
As all must be until the
\nHighest is gained
In whom the world and self grow true and one:
\n
Till that is reached our journeying cannot cease. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMany
\nare the stations reached by man in the course of his evolutionary
\njourney. Each station is but a halting place and however attractive
\nand satisfying it may be, the traveller cannot tarry there for long;
\nhe is obliged to move on to the next and thence to the further next,
\ntill he arrives at the terminal, the highest where the full truth of
\nall is gained, where the unity of oneself, the world and God is
\nrealised. The journey cannot cease at any intermediate stage which
\ncan give only a partial truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapath7
\nhas been in the satisfying paradise of the Life-Gods. But he cannot
\nstay there for ever. He sees that that too is a stage which he has to
\nleave behind and move further on in his journey upward till he
\nreaches the supreme Plane of the highest all-reconciling Truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nNameless Goal Beckons Beyond<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways
\na nameless goal beckons beyond,
Always ascends the zigzag of the
\ngods
And upward points the spirit\u2019s climbing Fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\npath does not stop at any of the points on the route to the
\nDestination, which remains unknown to the traveller still in the belt
\nof Ignorance. Each station points to the next and however tortuous
\nthe way laid by the gods presiding over the course of the evolution,
\nit always ascends from plane to plane. So too burns upwards the flame
\nof Godward aspiration in the heart of every created being.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lifted
\nto Zenith Bliss<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nbreath of hundred-hued felicity
And its pure heightened figure of
\nTime\u2019s joy,
Tossed upon waves of flawless happiness,
Hammered
\ninto single beats of ecstasy,
This fraction of the spirit\u2019s
\ninteger
Caught into a passionate greatness of extremes,
This
\nlimited being lifted to zenith bliss,
Happy to enjoy one touch of
\nthings supreme,
Packed into its sealed small infinity,
Its
\nendless time-made world outfacing Time,
A little output of God\u2019s
\nvast delight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nbeing is indeed delighted beyond limits while in this world of
\nuninterrupted joy and felicity. However small it may be compared to
\nthe infinity of the Supreme, it is permitted to taste the
\nconcentrated bliss of the Eternal and the boundless Vast. AR this,
\nhowever, is only a fraction of the immensity of God’s Delight.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ceased
\nHalf-Way to Heaven<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmoments stretched towards the eternal Now,
The hours discovered
\nimmortality,
But, satisfied with their sublime contents,
On
\npeaks they ceased whose tops half-way to heaven
Pointed to an
\napex they could never mount,
To a grandeur in whose air they
\ncould not live. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTime
\nappears to stand still and immortality is unveiled. However, Life
\nreaches its zenith half-way to the divine heavens and climbs no
\nfurther. It is content with its glory. The peaks attained point to
\nstill higher altitudes but life cannot climb to them and yet live.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Heights
\nDecline Greater Adventure<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInviting
\nto their high and exquisite sphere,
To their secure and fine
\nextremities
This creature who hugs his limits to feel safe,
\n
These heights declined a greater adventure\u2019s call. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nheights of the life-world attract with their endless joys and
\nintensities and beckon the being who is loth to come out of his
\nnarrow confines of the physical and smaller life-limits in which
\nalone he feels secure. But they themselves are reluctant to respond
\nto the call of still greater heights. They refuse to move out of
\ntheir own grooves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Golden
\nPosts of Bliss<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nglory and sweetness of satisfied desire
Tied up the spirit to
\ngolden posts of bliss. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\ncould not house the wideness of a soul
Which needed all infinity
\nfor its home. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsplendour and happiness of satisfaction that prevail in this great
\nlife-world keep the spirit chained to the posts of bliss which,
\nhowever glittering and attractive they may be, are still agents of
\nconfinement. The soul that is infinite in its intrinsic nature cannot
\nget here the necessary scope and freedom to live in its native
\nwideness. It is a golden cage.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Lucent
\nRealms of Mind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmemory soft as grass and faint as sleep,
The beauty and call
\nreceding sank behind
Like a sweet song heard fading far away
\n
Upon the long high road to Timelessness. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nwas an ardent white tranquillity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmusing spirit looked out on the worlds
And like a brilliant
\nclambering of skies
Passing through clarity to an unseen Light
\n
Large lucent realms of Mind from stillness shone. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nthe spell and pull of this paradisal world recede as a sweet memory
\nsinking past like the notes of an enchanting music fading away from
\nthe ears of one on the way to where Time is not. Above presses a pure
\ntranquillity. A brooding spirit looks out on all creation. The air is
\none of utter clarity with a lustrous glow on the heights. Wide and
\nbright realms of Mind set in profound stillness come into view.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
First
\na Silver-Grey Expanse<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nfirst he met a silver-grey expanse
Where Day and Night had wedded
\nand were one:
It was a tract of dim and shifting rays
Parting
\nLife\u2019s sentient flow from Thought\u2019s self-poise. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nfirst tracts of this new realm are somewhat dimly lighted and grey.
\nHere meet and commingle light and darkness. Here also is the
\ndemarcation between the ceaseless flow of restless life and the
\nsustained firm poise of the Thought-mind which stands above and aloof
\nfrom the eddies and currents of the sea of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Knowledge
\nand Ignorance<\/B>
A coalition of uncertaintiesThere exercised
\nuneasy governmentOn a ground reserved for doubt and reasoned guess, A
\nrendezvous of Knowledge with Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nnothing is certain and definite. All is an accommodation of
\nuncertainties; doubts and logic-led guesses, characteristic of the
\nlower belts of Mind, hold full sway. It is the meeting-ground between
\nKnowledge flowing from the heights and Ignorance reigning below.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nMind close to Earthly Nature<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nits low extremity held difficult sway
A mind that hardly saw and
\nslowly found;
Its nature to our earthly nature close
And kin
\nto our precarious mortal thought
That looks from soil to sky and
\nsky to soil
But knows not the below nor the beyond,
It only
\nsensed itself and outward things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nthe lower end of this region is a mind that somehow manages to exist,
\nbut can hardly see or find what it seeks. It is a physical mind
\npartaking the character of physical nature. It is of the same kind as
\nthe limited human thought which is confined to the ranges of its
\nphysical senses and hence unable to grasp what is outside them\u2014either
\nabove or below. It is aware only of itself and of what is external to
\nit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
First
\nMeans of Slow Ascent<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas the first means of our slow ascent
From the half-conscience
\nof the animal soul
Living in a crowded press of shape-events
In
\na realm it cannot understand nor change:
Only it sees and acts in
\na given scene
And feels and joys and sorrows for a while. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind has been the first step of the ladder of ascent for the evolving
\nsoul from the stage of half-consciousness of the animal living amidst
\na rush of movements and forms in a domain that it can neither
\nunderstand nor alter to its advantage. It can only see and react to
\nthings as they present themselves, feel their impact and experience
\njoy or sorrow as long as they last, but nothing more.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ideas
\nthat Drive the Spirit<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nideas that drive the obscure embodied spirit
Along the roads of
\nsuffering and desire
In a world that struggles to discover Truth,
\n
Found here their power to be and Nature-Force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nearth-world is in the throes of the quest for Truth. The emerging
\nspirit encased in a living body is the focal centre of this movement
\nand the ideas that impel and goad that spirit on the tortuous ways of
\nIgnorance towards Knowledge derive their strength and force from this
\nrealm of mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Birth
\nof Material Mind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nare devised the forms of an ignorant life
That sees the empiric
\nfact as settled law,
Labours for the hour and not for eternity
\n
And trades its gains to meet the moment\u2019s call:
The slow
\nprocess of a material mind
Which serves the body it should rule
\nand use
And needs to lean upon an erring sense,
Was born in
\nthat luminous obscurity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\noriginate the movements and forms of life in ignorance which mistakes
\nphenomenal experience for the established truth of things,
\nconcentrates upon the immediate moment losing sight of the eternity
\nthat stretches beyond. Here also, in this glittering obscurity,
\nbegins the movement of the physical mind which follows and serves the
\nbody it is intended to lead and use, the mind that depends upon the
\nmisleading senses for its data.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Material
\nMind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAdvancing
\ntardily from a limping start,
Crutching hypothesis upon argument,
\n
Throning its theories as certitudes,
It reasons from the
\nhalf-known to the unknown,
Ever constructing its frail house of
\nthought,
Ever undoing the web that it has spun. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind is unsure of its starting point and moves hesitantly.
\nNevertheless, using the support of argued hypothesis, it erects its
\nown theories and asserts them as absolute truth. It proceeds, not
\nfrom confirmed full Knowledge but from its half-knowledge, to grasp
\nwhat is not yet known. It goes on weaving filmy webs of thought only
\nto discard them in favour of further constructions equally shaky.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nTwilight Sage<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntwilight sage whose shadow seems to him Self,
Moving from minute
\nto brief minute lives;
A king dependent on his satellites
Signs
\nthe decrees of ignorant ministers,
A judge in half-possession of
\nhis proofs,
A voice clamant of uncertainty\u2019s postulates,
An
\narchitect of knowledge, not its source. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nhalf-lit mind mistakes its own penumbra for reality and in its
\nlimited vision it hops from moment to moment. Utterly dependent upon
\nthe workings of the sense-faculties, it acts upon their misleading
\nreports. It judges on insufficient data, argues from unsure premises.
\nIt is not in possession of knowledge but attempts to confront it.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Bondslave<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\npowerful bondslave of his instruments
Thinks his low station
\nNature\u2019s highest top,
Oblivious of his share in all things made
\n
And haughtily humble in his own conceit
Believes himself a
\nspawn of Matter\u2019s mud
And takes his own creations for his
\ncause. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmaterial mind subjects itself to the rule of the senses which ought
\nto serve it as its instruments. It imagines its status, which is in
\nfact the lowest in the ranges of the Mind, to be the highest possible
\nfor Nature to attain. It is not aware of the part it has played in
\nNature’s evolution and thinks itself to be a creature of physical
\nMatter, whereas in truth, it is it that moulds and rules Matter in
\nthe measure of its force. But it sticks to this ignorant conception
\nof itself in aggressive humility.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Our
\nClimb to Eternal Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\neternal light and knowledge meant to rise,
Up from man\u2019s bare
\nbeginning is our climb;
Out of earth\u2019s heavy smallness we must
\nbreak,
We must search our nature with spiritual fire:
An
\ninsect crawl preludes our glorious flight;
Our human state
\ncradles the future god,
Our mortal frailty an immortal force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMan
\nis not the summit of Nature’s evolution. His is but a bare beginning
\nof an ascent which is to lead to the peaks of eternal Light and
\nKnowledge. We must not stay content with our small lot. We have to
\nbreak out of our small earthly confines, explore our nature with the
\ntorch of the soul. The precarious pace of the crawling insect is only
\nthe beginning of a movement that leads to a soaring flight; man is
\nthe embryo of a god to be delivered; even the weakness of mortal man
\nholds in potential a force that is immortal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Half-Risen
\nSun<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nthe glow-worm top of these pale glimmer-realms
Where dawn-sheen
\ngambolled with the native dusk
And helped the Day to grow and
\nNight to fail,
Escaping over a wide and shimmering bridge,
He
\ncame into a realm of early Light
And the regency of a half-risen
\nsun. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof its rays our mind\u2019s full orb was born. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\npushes across these regions of twilight, traverses their summits
\nwhere light begins to gain over obscurity and emerges into a realm of
\na half-risen sun. From the rays of this incomplete sun is fashioned
\nthe full figure of the Mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought
\nand Doubt<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAppointed
\nby the Spirit of the Worlds
To mediate with the unknowing depths,
\n
A prototypal deft Intelligence
Half-poised on equal wings of
\nthought and doubt
Toiled ceaselessly twixt being\u2019s hidden ends.
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHere
\nat work is the original skilful Intelligence missioned by the
\nCreative Spirit to act as a mediator between the summits of
\nsuperconscience above and the depths of inconscience below. This Mind
\nfunctions through an equal operation of thought and doubt, its
\nconstituent elements vying with each other.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind’s
\nTent Pitched<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nSecrecy breathed in life\u2019s moving act;
A covert nurse of
\nNature\u2019s miracles,
It shaped life\u2019s wonders out of Matter\u2019s
\nmud:
It cut the pattern of the shapes of things,
It pitched
\nmind\u2019s tent in the vague ignorant Vast. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis an air of secrecy over this realm where the patterns of
\nlife-creation out of obscure Matter are planned and cut out by the
\nIntelligence at work behind the veil. It creates room for the Mind to
\nenter and function\u2014however tentatively in the immense territories
\nof Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Master
\nMagician<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmaster Magician of measure and device
Has made an eternity from
\nrecurring forms
And to the wandering spectator thought
Assigned
\na seat on the inconscient stage. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nPower of Intelligence has shown extraordinary skill in weaving a
\npattern of eternity from the forms that appear and reappear in the
\nflow of life. And to thought, ever on the go, it has provided a place
\nto station itself on the grounds of inconscience from where to
\nwitness the spectacle of life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Will
\nof Intelligence<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nearth by the will of this Arch-Intelligence
A bodiless energy put
\non Matter\u2019s robe;
Proton and photon served the imager Eye
To
\nchange things subtle into a physical world
And the invisible
\nappeared as shape
And the impalpable was felt as mass: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis by the impelling Will of this original creative Intelligence that
\nformless energy is driven to gather itself in the form of Matter. The
\nminutest elements constituting the subtle energies combine under the
\ndirecting gaze to produce the physical world and thus what was unseen
\ncomes to be seen, what was unfelt comes to be palpable, felt.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Name
\nand Form<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMagic
\nof percept joined with concept\u2019s art
And lent to each object an
\ninterpreting name:
Idea was disguised in a body\u2019s artistry,
\n
And by a strange atomic law\u2019s mystique
A frame was made in
\nwhich the sense would put
Its symbol picture of the universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPerception
\nof the, ensouling truth and conception of its formulation together
\nmake it possible to name each form according to the power it
\nembodies. The originating idea is concealed in the attractive form of
\nits result\u2014body. An apparatus is erected in which the senses pour
\nin a representational report of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Link
\nup with the Ray<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\na greater miracle was done. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmediating light linked body\u2019s power,
The sleep and dreaming of
\nthe tree and plant,
The animal\u2019s vibrant sense, the thought in
\nman,
To the effulgence of a Ray above. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nthere is something more, equally or still more miraculous. The
\nintervening light of the dynamic Intelligence links up the force in
\nthe material body, the movements of the dormant and partial awareness
\nin the plant, the sensational consciousness in the animal and the
\nthinking activity of the mind in man with the Splendour of the
\ncreative Spirit above.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Matter’s
\nRight to Think<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nskill endorsing Matter\u2019s right to think
Cut sentient passages
\nfor the mind of flesh
And found a means for Nescience to know. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOffering
\nits little squares and cubes of word
As figured substitutes for
\nreality,
A mummified mnemonic alphabet,
It helped the
\nunseeing force to read her works. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nburied consciousness arose in her
And now she dreams herself
\nhuman and awake. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nMatter
\ntoo is enabled to think. The physical mind is provided with the doors
\nof the senses for its functioning. Even Nescience is given a way of
\nknowing. With the help of representation by words and aid of set
\nletters the toiling force is taught to see and follow her workings_ A
\nconsciousness that was latent hitherto emerges and a kind of dreamy
\nawareness ensues.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Knowledge
\ncould not Come<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nall was still a mobile Ignorance;
Still Knowledge could not come
\nand firmly grasp
This huge invention seen as a universe. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nall this, however, true knowledge is not yet. There is no definite
\ngrasp in knowledge of the huge universe that has appeared. The
\nreality of things is not known, only its representations are played
\nwith.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Rigid
\nArtifice of Logic<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nspecialist of logic\u2019s hard machine
Imposed its rigid artifice
\non the soul;
An aide of the inventor intellect,
It cut Truth
\ninto manageable bits
That each might have his ration of
\nthought-food,
Then new-built Truth\u2019s slain body by its art:
A
\nrobot exact and serviceable and false
Displaced the spirit\u2019s
\nfiner view of things:
A polished engine did the work of a god. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nintellect
\nwhich is ever active fashioning patterns on its own plane and it
\nfragments the integral Truth into so many little bits and erects each
\nas a self-existent truth. It then proceeds to build the picture of
\nthe Whole by bringing together these several parts in some kind of
\nunifying design. Thus is the true living vision of the spirit
\ndisplaced by the utilitarian but false, artificial and mechanical
\nconstruction of the reason. A glittering mental mechanism takes the
\nplace of the divine artisan.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
True
\nKnowledge not Found<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNone
\nthe true body found, its soul seemed dead:
None had the inner
\nlook which sees Truth\u2019s whole;
All glorified the glittering
\nsubstitute. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNaturally
\nnone finds the true knowledge this way. The soul of knowledge appears
\nto have died. The natural inner vision which sees truth in its
\ntotality is absent; what acts its part is a construction of the mind
\nsimulating a whole view.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chaos
\nof Rebel Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nfrom the secret heights a wave swept down,
A brilliant chaos of
\nrebel light arose;
It looked above and saw the dazzling peaks,
\n
It looked within and woke the sleeping god. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nthis stage when the reasoning mind has erected its own picture of
\ntruth and true knowledge is displaced by an artificial put-together
\nof the logical intellect, a wave of consciousness pours down and a
\nrebel light that refuses to be schooled by the teacher intellect
\nbreaks out. It casts its eyes upwards and sees luminous heights; it
\nturns its flash inwards and wakes up the God that is dormant within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Imagination
\nand Inspiration<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImagination
\ncalled her shining squads
That venture into undiscovered scenes
\n
Where all the marvels lurk none yet has known:
Lifting her
\nbeautiful and miraculous head,
She conspired with inspiration\u2019s
\nsister brood
To fill thought\u2019s skies with glimmering nebulae. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImagination
\nhas entered the scene with her bright hosts who run in all directions
\nand discover marvels that are lying unknown to the mind of reason.
\nShe moves into action and along with her companion hosts of
\nInspiration, disturbs the placid skies of settled thought and fills
\nthem with new, bright impressions of light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nImagination
\nwidens the field and creates openings for the entry of Inspiration.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
From
\nDim to Radiant Breasts<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nbright Error fringed the mystery-altar\u2019s frieze;
Darkness grew
\nnurse to wisdom\u2019s occult sun,
Myth suckled knowledge with her
\nlustrous milk;
The infant passed from dim to radiant breasts. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nprevailing Ignorance is slowly yielding ground. Error is lighted up
\nand pushed away to the fringe; out of darkness the light of wisdom is
\nslowly emerging. Imagination draws inspiration from a radiant
\nknowledge and grows from obscurity to light.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nourishment
\nof Soul’s Childhood<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nworked the Power upon the growing world;
Its subtle craft
\nwithheld the full-orbed blaze,
Cherished the soul\u2019s childhood
\nand on fictions fed
Far richer in their sweet and nectarous sap
\n
Nourishing its immature divinity
Than the staple or dry straw
\nof Reason\u2019s tilth,
Its heaped fodder of innumerable facts,
\n
Plebian fare on which today we thrive. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis the way the Wisdom-Power works. The full knowledge is not yet. The
\nsoul grows from stage to stage in its transition from ignorance to
\nKnowledge. Imagination and its allied faculties help it with rich
\nfare\u2014not all of which is fact but nonetheless more entertaining and
\nin the long run more productive than the dry matter-of-fact data
\nsupplied by reason.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Gold-Horned
\nHerds<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nstreamed down from the realm of early Light,
Ethereal thinkings
\ninto Matter\u2019s world;
Its gold-horned herds trooped into earth\u2019s
\ncave-heart. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis the way in which movements of thought pour down from the first
\nbeginnings of the realms of Light into the material world. This is
\nhow thoughts not originated in the material base come to form in this
\nworld. The Vedic herds of the Sun troop into the hidden obscurities
\nof the Earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
The
\nGolden Child began to Think<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIts
\nmorning rays illume our twilight\u2019s eyes,
Its young formations
\nmove the mind of earth
To labour and to dream and new-create,
To
\nfeel beauty\u2019s touch and know the world and self:
The Golden
\nChild began to think and see. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBy
\nmeans of these emanations from the realms of Light the mind of earth
\nis slowly lit up and induced to think, to dream and to create anew.
\nIt is cultured to respond to beauty and helped to grasp the inner and
\nthe outer world in its understanding. The soul is enabled to perceive
\nand to conceive.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mind’s
\nFirst Forward Steps<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthose bright realms are Mind\u2019s first forward steps. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIgnorant
\nof all but eager to know all,
Its curious slow enquiry there
\nbegins;
Ever searching it grasps at shapes around,
Ever it
\nhopes to find out greater things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nare the regions where the mind begins to step out of its native
\nignorance and emerge into the first belt of the light of Knowledge.
\nSlowly it presses forward with its steps of enquiry, catches hold of
\nthe forms it comes across, scrutinises, and moves further in quest of
\ngreater discoveries.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
On
\nan Infant’s Scale<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArdent
\nand golden gleamed with sunrise fires,
Alert it lives upon
\ninvention\u2019s verge. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nall it does is on an infant\u2019s scale,
As if the cosmos were a
\nnursery game,
Mind, life the playthings of a Titan\u2019s babe. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLit
\nby the glow of this early dawn, the mind is constantly on the move
\nand is alert on the watch for new possible openings around. With all
\nthat, however, what it succeeds in doing is something trifling,
\nlittle. It is as if the whole universe were a nursery game for a
\nTitan’s infant with life and mind for its toys.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Fort
\nof Sand<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\none it works who builds a mimic fort
Miraculously stable for a
\nwhile,
Made of the sands upon a bank of Time
Mid an occult
\neternity\u2019s shoreless sea. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nconstructions of this mind are as fragile as little sand-forts
\nerected in play on the shores of the sea. They last somehow for a
\nwhile but fire washed away by the first wave that slashes across. The
\nedifices of the limited reason are destroyed in the same way by the
\nfirst touch of a larger Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Small
\nKeen Instrument<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsmall keen instrument the great Puissance chose,
An arduous
\npastime passionately pursues;
To teach the Ignorance is her
\ndifficult charge,
Her thought starts from an original nescient
\nVoid
And what she teaches she herself must learn
Arousing
\nknowledge from its sleepy lair. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmind is, after all, a small though a sharp instrument fashioned by
\nthe creative Spirit for a definite purpose in evolution. It is meant
\nto act upon the Ignorance that settles thick over this lower
\ncreation. The thought faculty of the mind grows from the soil of
\nnescience at its roots; slowly awareness develops into thought and as
\nthis faculty gets organised by mind-culture, the Knowledge that is
\nlatent in the being is awakened.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Daemon
\nWithin<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nknowledge comes not to us as a guest
Called into our chamber from
\nthe outer world;
A friend and inmate of our secret self,
It
\nhid behind our minds and fell asleep
And slowly wakes beneath the
\nglows of life;
The mighty daemon lies unshaped within,
To
\nevoke, to give it form is Nature\u2019s task. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nKnowledge
\narises from within. It does not come from outside. It is there latent
\nin the depths of the being, lying untapped behind the veil of the
\nmind’s activity. As life grows and evolves in consciousness, this
\nknowledge wakes up. To awake this slumbering deity and to set it into
\nmovement is the task of Nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chaos
\nof the True and False<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwas a chaos of the true and false,
Mind sought amid deep mists of
\nNescience;
It looked within itself but saw not God. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\nthe mind began to enquire for truth, for knowledge of the truth of
\nthings, everything was mixed up. It was a medley of the true and the
\nfalse. The searching mind was stumbling in the obscurites of the
\nbasal Nescience. When it looked into itself it was unable to discover
\nthere the truth of God. Neither within nor without could it come upon
\nthis truth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth
\nand Transient Truths<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmaterial interim diplomacy
Denied the truth that transient truths
\nmight live
And hid the deity in creed and guess
That the
\nWorld-Ignorance might grow slowly wise. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIndeed
\nthe mind concocted truths galore, but the real truth was not found.
\nThe creative Intelligence permitted this reign of short-lived truths
\nand the denial of the lasting truth with a purpose. It let the deity
\nof true knowledge be covered with outgrowths of mind-made creeds and
\nconjectures so that the prevailing Ignorance might of itself slowly
\nlearn its error and grow towards Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nKnowledge
\nimposed from outside lacks roots and does not last. What is realised
\nfrom within and naturally becomes part of the Consciousness is
\neffective and permanent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Slow
\nAdvance<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwas the imbroglio made by sovereign Mind
Looking from a
\ngleam-ridge into the Night
In its first tamperings with
\nInconscience:
Its alien dusk baffles her luminous eyes;
Her
\nrapid hands must learn a cautious zeal;
Only a slow advance the
\nearth can bear. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nwas perhaps inevitable that the mind should land in such a confusion
\nin its first and tentative dealings with the obscurities of
\nInconscience. Her quick movements had to be sustained and tempered
\nwith caution.In this world emerging from Inconscience and pervaded by
\nIgnorance, progress has necessarily to be slow; a too rapid advance
\nends in failure and setback; each forward step needs to be integrated
\nwith the rest before the next can be safely ventured.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Handles
\nMakeshift Instruments<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nwas her strength unlike the unseeing earth\u2019s
Compelled to
\nhandle makeshift instruments
Invented by the life-force and the
\nflesh. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEarth
\nall perceives through doubtful images,
All she conceives in
\nhazardous jets of sight,
Small lights kindled by touches of
\ngroping thought. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmind, however, was not allowed by the governing Intelligence to
\nfollow the blind and mechanical motion of the earth. She was obliged
\nto use the provisional instruments fashioned by the Life-force acting
\nin the body and play an active role. Unlike her the earth is passive
\nin her perception of the uncertain images and unsure conceptions that
\nflash across in sporadic gleams of light thrown by the groping mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Expelling
\nUnity<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIncapable
\nof the soul\u2019s direct inlook
She sees by spasms and solders
\nknowledge-scrap,
Makes Truth the slave-girl of her indigence,
\n
Expelling Nature\u2019s mystic unity
Cuts into quantum and mass
\nthe moving All;
She takes for measuring-rod her ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nand
\nwhat she gathers is only fragments of Knowledge. Truth has to submit
\nto the poverty of the mind and shape herself accordingly. The mind
\nrules out the spiritual oneness in Nature, fragments everything and
\nstudies and evaluates all in terms of her own ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Pontiff
\nin her Domain<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher own domain a pontiff and a seer,
That greater Power with her
\nhalf-risen sun
Wrought within limits but possessed her field;
\n
She knew by a privilege of thinking force
And claimed an
\ninfant sovereignty of sight. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough
\nendowed with only a half-light, this Mind-Power\u2014greater than earth
\nand life-power\u2014was supreme in her own mental domain, worked
\nmasterfully within the boundaries of her field. Her special faculty
\nof thought was her means to know and she claimed the beginnings of
\nauthority to see aright.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Towards
\nthe Sun<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher eyes however darkly fringed was lit
The Archangel\u2019s gaze
\nwho knows inspired his acts
And shapes a world in its far-seeing
\nflame. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher own realm she stumbles not nor fails,
But moves in boundaries
\nof subtle power
Across which mind can step towards the sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmind was ringed with limitations in its functionings but acting
\nthrough the mind was a greater Power with a dynamic vision and will.
\nBeyond mind is an unfailing Power. That is why the mind, in spite of
\nall handicaps, does not fail in her own field. She forges step by
\nstep the way towards the plenary Sun of Knowledge across the belts of
\nsubtle existence.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Search
\nfor Omniscience<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncandidate for a higher suzerainty,
A passage she cut through from
\nNight to Light,
And searched for an ungrasped Omniscience. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmind aspired for a greater supremacy than her own and worked her
\npassage from the darkness of Inconscience and Ignorance into the
\ndomain of Light. And there she searched for the All-Knowledge which
\nwas beyond grasp.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ndwarf three-bodied trinity was her serf. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFirst,
\nsmallest of the three, but strong of limb,
A low-brow with a
\nsquare and heavy jowl,
A pigmy Thought needing to live in bounds
\n
For ever stooped to hammer fact and form. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\ninstrumentation of this mind-power has three tiers: the physical
\nmind, the vital or desire-mind, the thought or reasoning mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nphysical mind is the smallest and the most limited of the three, but
\nit is solid in its physical mould, firmly rooted in the physical
\nbase. It is small in stature and clings to its safety in the bounds
\nof physical form and fact. It dwells within these confines and goes
\non repeating its rounds in them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbsorbed
\nand cabined in external sight,
It takes its stand on Nature\u2019s
\nsolid base. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntechnician admirable, a thinker crude,
A riveter of Life to
\nhabit\u2019s grooves,
Obedient to gross Matter\u2019s tyranny,
A
\nprisoner of the moulds in which it works,
It binds itself by what
\nitself creates. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nalways looks outward and loses itself in the external vision. It
\nworks only upon the solid data of physical Nature and its
\nthought-movements are correspondingly primitive. It arrests the free
\nmovements of life and presses them to flow in the grooves of physical
\nhabit, subject to the laws of Matter. It forms moulds for its working
\nbut they become its prison-bars; it gets caught within its own
\nconstructions.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nslave of a fixed mass of absolute rules,
It sees as Law the
\nhabits of the world,
It sees as Truth the habits of the mind. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nits realm of concrete images and events
Turning in a worn circle
\nof ideas
And ever repeating old familiar acts,
It lives
\ncontent with the common and the known. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nphysical mind is a slave of fixed habits which assume for it the
\nabsoluteness of laws. Habitual movements of thought are to it the
\nsole Truth. It lives and functions in its petty circle of physical
\nforms and movements, mechanically repeating its activities, turning
\nround in the same thought-grooves. It is satisfied to live in the
\ncommon rut of the obvious and the familiar.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (IV)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nloves the old ground that was its dwelling-place:
Abhorring
\nchange as an audacious sin,
Distrustful of each new discovery
\n
Only it advances step by careful step
And fears as if a
\ndeadly abyss the unknown. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind sticks to its position and is averse to any change. It does not
\neasily move forward. Even when it has to accept a new position and
\nmove, it is extremely reluctant to do so and advances very warily. It
\ndoes not welcome adventure into the unknown; it regards it as a
\nfearful source of danger.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (V)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nprudent treasurer of its ignorance,
It shrinks from adventure,
\nblinks at glorious hope,
Preferring a safe foothold upon things
\n
To the dangerous joy of wideness and of height. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nguards its fund of ignorance very zealously; it shrinks from every
\npossibility of fresh Knowledge, gets dazed by every new light. It
\ncherishes its own narrow and low ground, preferring its accustomed
\nsafety to the dangerous thrill of expansion, outward and upward.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (VI)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworld\u2019s slow impressions on its labouring mind,
Tardy imprints
\nalmost indelible,
Increase their value by their poverty;
The
\nold sure memories are its capital stock: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nslow but steady impacts of the world make a strong impression on this
\nmind and acquire a firm lodgement in its layers. Their very pettiness
\nforms an asset. They build themselves into an unfailing stock of
\nmemories for the mind to draw upon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (VII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\nwhat sense can grasp seems absolute:
External fact it figures as
\nsole truth,
Wisdom identifies with the earthward look,
And
\nthings long known and actions always done
Are to its clinging
\nhold a balustrade
Of safety on the perilous stair of Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nTo
\nthis mind the only reality is what can be grasped by the senses; what
\nis an objective fact, physically seizable, that alone is true. To it
\nwisdom is to be found in an earth-bound vision; what transcends the
\nearth is of doubtful value. In its journey through uncertain Time,
\nthings that are familiar and movements that are ever repeated are its
\nsole support. It does not venture beyond them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (VIII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHeaven\u2019s
\ntrust to it are the established ancient ways,
Immutable laws man
\nhas no right to change,
A sacred legacy from the great dead past
\n
Or the one road that God has made for life,
A firm shape of
\nNature never to be changed,
Part of the huge routine of the
\nuniverse. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOld
\nways to which it is accustomed acquire a sanctity to this mind. It
\ndoes not permit them to be altered; it clings to them as a precious
\nheritage that shall not be interfered with. It invests them with the
\ninviolable sanction of God, and regards them as moulds for ever fixed
\nfor the activities of Nature. It is a necessary and unchangeable part
\nof the machinery of the universe.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (IX)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsmile from the Preserver of the Worlds
Sent down of old this
\nguardian Mind to earth
That all might stand in their fixed
\nchangeless type
And from their secular posture never move. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind is a force for conservation of form, posture and movement in
\ntheir changeless type, charged with its task as it were by Lord
\nVishnu the Preserver. It resists change and seeks to maintain all
\nthings in their status quo.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (X)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne
\nsees it circling faithful to its task,
Tireless in an assigned
\ntradition\u2019s round;
In decayed and crumbling offices of Time
It
\nkeeps close guard in front of custom\u2019s wall, <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind always moves round and round but never a step forward; it
\nrevolves ceaselessly within the circle of the known tradition. It
\nsticks to custom and does not allow it to be transgressed, however
\nold and worn out it might be in the passage of time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (XI)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOr
\nin an ancient Night\u2019s dim environs
It dozes on a little
\ncourtyard\u2019s stones
And barks at every unfamiliar light
As
\nat a foe who would break up its home,
A watch-dog of the spirit\u2019s
\nsense-railed house
Against intruders from the Invisible,
\n
Nourished on scraps of life and Matter\u2019s bones
In its
\nkennel of objective certitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nrange of this mind is very close to the obscurity of the basal
\nNescience. It has fenced its territory with the posts of the senses
\nand it is obstinate in its refusal to admit fresh knowledge from
\nbeyond its domain. It confines itself to material data and to such
\nbits of life-experience as are within its assimilative capacity.
\nIdeas and perceptions from outside this scope are taboo.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (XII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nyet behind it stands a cosmic might:
A measured Greatness keeps
\nits vaster plan,
A fathomless sameness rhythms the tread of life;
\n
The stars\u2019 changeless orbits furrow inert Space,
A million
\nspecies follow one mute Law. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nall its obvious limitations, however, this physical mind serves a
\npurpose in the Great Plan of the creative Spirit. It is supported by
\nthe Greater Will in its movements of repetitive sameness which gives
\na kind of necessary rhythm to the steps of the life-force and imposes
\none dumb Law of changeless stability on the innumerable species that
\npeople this creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Physical
\nMind (XIII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nhuge inertness is the world\u2019s defence,
Even in change is
\ntreasured changelessness;
Into inertia revolution sinks,
In a
\nnew dress the old resumes its role;
The Energy acts, the stable
\nis its seal:
On Shiva\u2019s breast is stayed the enormous dance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nstrong element of inertia, of resistance to change, is a deliberate
\nprotective construction of Nature against the imperious surge of life
\nwhich seeks to sweep off everything before it. As a result even when
\nthings appear to change and move, they turn round and settle back
\ninto their old state.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nenergy may be always in motion, but the stability on which it bases
\nitself is the guarantee of its continuity. The Cosmic Dance of the
\nCreative Puissance, Shakti, is supported on the stable breast of the
\nImmutable Shiva.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nfiery spirit came, next of the three. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nhunchback rider of the red Wild-Ass,
A rash Intelligence leaped
\ndown lion-maned
From the great mystic Flame that rings the worlds
\n
And with its dire edge eats at being\u2019s heart. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThence
\nsprang the burning vision of Desire. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNext
\nin the gradation, higher than the physical mind is the vital mind or
\nthe mind of desire. This power draws from the flaming Force of Will
\nthat is active everywhere in this Creation, expressed in different
\nforms on different levels of existence. In this mind a stunted
\nintelligence is yoked to the all-consuming force of life; it is fired
\nwith a restless desire. This mind is shot through and through with
\ndesire. All its movements are coloured with the desire to possess
\neverything it sees.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nthousand shapes it wore, took numberless names:
A need of
\nmultitude and uncertainty
Pricks it for ever to pursue the One
\n
On countless roads across the vasts of Time
Through circuits
\nof unending difference. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind of desire moves in endless forms, is never content, never sure
\nof itself, darting in every direction. That is how it pursues the One
\nReality, running across innumerable roads, round and round in varied
\ncircles.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nburns all breasts with an ambiguous fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nradiance gleaming on a murky stream,
It flamed towards heaven,
\nthen sank, engulfed towards hell;
It climbed to drag down Truth
\ninto the mire
And used for muddy ends its brilliant Force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nglowing mind of desire is astir in all, burning upward and outward,
\nopening the way, high and low, but it cannot shoot high enough, it
\nfails and falls. The truth it is able to touch, it contaminates and
\nperverts. It infects everything with its desire.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(IV)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nhuge chameleon gold and blue and red
Turning to black and grey
\nand lurid brown,
Hungry it stared from a mottled bough of life
\n
To snap up insect joys, its favourite food,
The dingy
\nsustenance of a sumptuous frame
Nursing the splendid passion of
\nits hues. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind rapidly changes from joy to grief, from love to hate and fear.
\nIt is filled with the insatiable hunger of life and snatches whatever
\npetty pleasures and joys it can spot. It sustains itself on the
\ngrosser enjoyments of material life and thrives upon them.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(V)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsnake of flame with a dark cloud for tail,
Followed by a
\ndream-brood of glittering thoughts,
A lifted head with
\nmany-tinged flickering crests,
It licked at knowledge with a
\nsmoky tongue. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmental power is bright at one end but full of obscurity at the other.
\nIts thinkings have the character of the vital movements\u2014dreamy and
\nglowing. It shoots in many directions at the same time and its
\nactivities are colourful. In the end, however, it does not attain to
\nKnowledge; it only touches Knowledge from the outside, here and
\nthere, briefly, with a touch which is both bright and obscure.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(VI)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nwhirlpool sucking in an empty air,
It based on vacancy stupendous
\nclaims,
In Nothingness born to Nothingness returned,
Yet all
\nthe time unwittingly it drove
Towards the hidden Something that
\nis All. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nclaims high but its very basis is a void, without any substance of
\nreality. What its restless movements result in is an emptiness with
\nno knowledge gained. But with all its apparent futility of activity,
\nit is found to have moved in the long run\u2014albeit without knowing it
\ntowards the concealed Reality that is All.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(VII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArdent
\nto find, incapable to retain,
A brilliant instability was its
\nmark,
To err its inborn trend, its native cue. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind is passionate in its quest, but it can hardly retain what it
\nfinds or stumbles upon. It is scintillating but unstable. It has a
\nnatural tendency to make mistakes; both in its start and in its
\naction it inclines to error.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(VIII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nonce to an unreflecting credence prone,
It thought all true that
\nflattered its own hopes;
It cherished golden nothings born of
\nwish,
It snatched at the unreal for provender. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis always ready to believe without reflection and welcomes all that
\nsupports its own hopes as the truth. It indulges with relish in
\nwishful thinkings that ultimately come to little. It feeds itself on
\nimagination which has little to do with reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(IX)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ndarkness it discovered luminous shapes;
Peering into a
\nshadow-hung half-light
It saw hued images scrawled on Fancy\u2019s
\ncave;
Or it swept in circles through conjecture\u2019s night
And
\ncaught in imagination\u2019s camera
Bright scenes of promise held by
\ntransient flares,
Fixed in life\u2019s air the feet of hurrying
\ndreams,
Kept prints of passing Forms and hooded Powers
And
\nflash-images of half-seen verities. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind is very active with its faculties of fancy, conjecture and dream
\nand erects quite a world of images, scenes and movements but,
\nhowever, it catches at times some glimpses of subtler Forms and
\nPowers at work in the universe and some reflections of half-veiled
\ntruths.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(X)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\neager spring to seize and to possess
Unguided by reason or the
\nseeing soul
Was its first natural motion and its last,
It
\nsquandered life\u2019s force to achieve the impossible:
It scorned
\nthe straight road and ran on wandering curves
And left what it
\nhad won for untried things;
It saw unrealised aims as instant
\nfate
And chose the precipice for its leap to heaven. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis ever eager to jump at things and possess them; it does not allow
\nitself to be guided by reason or by the perceiving soul within, but
\nrushes on, on impulse. It wastes a good deal of the life-force at its
\ndisposal in trying to attain what is not at all possible for it. In
\nits flair for adventure it leaves the direct road and runs around
\ncourses that appear more interesting. It leaves its present gains for
\nthe uncertainties of the future; what is not achieved yet has for it
\na compelling imperative and danger fascinates and draws out its
\nhighest capabilities.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(XI)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAdventure
\nits system in the gamble of life,
It took fortuitous gains as
\nsafe results;
Error discouraged not its confident view
Ignorant
\nof the deep law of being\u2019s ways
And failure could not slow its
\nfiery clutch;
One chance made true warranted all the rest. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nis ignorant of the truth of the being and the workings of that truth;
\nand yet it is ever confident in its stride and mistakes do not hamper
\nits confidence. Failures do not loosen its passionate hold on things.
\nEven one chance success emboldens it to expect success all along.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(XII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttempt,
\nnot victory, was the charm of life. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nuncertain winner of uncertain stakes,
Instinct its dam and the
\nlife-mind its sire,
It ran its race and came in first or last. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthis power effort itself is the savour of life, not necessarily
\nsuccess. It may or may not win high stakes. Instinct is at the root
\nof its existence and desire is its impulsion to movement. It is
\nsatisfied with its efforts, no matter the results.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(XIII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nYet
\nwere its works nor small and vain nor null;
It nursed a portion
\nof infinity\u2019s strength
And could create the high things its
\nfancy willed;
Its passion caught what calm intelligence missed. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nits activities are not all a waste or without value. It takes in
\nsomething of the manifesting strength of the Infinite Reality,
\nreceives a formative nourishment at its hands and with this it is
\nable at times to create, to give concrete shape to some of its high
\nfancies. What the intelligence in the calmer altitudes of the mind
\nmisses is seized by the passionate rushes of this vital-mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Desire-Mind
\n(XIV)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInsight
\nof impulse laid its leaping grasp
On heavens high Thought had
\nhidden in dazzling mist,
Caught glimmers that revealed a lurking
\nsun:
It probed the void and found a treasure there. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nhalf-intuition purpled in its sense;
It threw the lightning\u2019s
\nfork and hit the unseen. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nsaw in the dark and vaguely blinked in the light,
Ignorance was
\nits field, the unknown its prize. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nhas sudden impulsive insights which seize some rays of light that are
\nhidden behind the intense activity of Thought. It probes into what
\nappears to thought to be a void and discovers there a treasure. A
\nsemi-intuitive power glistens in its workings and it touches the
\noccult in flashes. Sometimes, strangely, in darkness, it perceives;
\nin light, it sees dimly. Though its field of action is Ignorance, it
\naims at winning the unknown in its grasp.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOf
\nall these Powers the greatest was the last. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArriving
\nlate from a far plane of thought
Into a packed irrational world
\nof Chance
Where all was grossly felt and blindly done,
Yet
\nthe haphazard seemed the inevitable,
Came Reason, the squat
\ngodhead artisan,
To her narrow house upon a ridge in Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNext
\nis the thinking reasoning mind, the greatest of the three. It comes
\nfrom a distant plane of Thought and is set into action in a field
\nwhere reason is not yet the ruler, where all appears to be a play of
\nChance, gross feeling and blind action. This Reason is a puny, slow
\nbuilder and her narrow station in the journey in Time is upon a
\nprecarious ridge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAdept
\nof clear contrivance and design,
A pensive face and close and
\npeering eyes,
She took her firm and irremovable seat,
The
\nstrongest, wisest of the troll-like Three. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe
\nhas perfected her little instruments of testing and judging things
\nand is ever watchful leaving nothing to escape her scrutinising gaze.
\nShe is supremely confident of herself and the rightness of her
\nworkings and refuses to change her position.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nOf
\nthe three little mind-powers,\u2014physical mind, desire-mind,
\nreason\u2014this thinking or reasoning mind is the strongest and the
\nmost enlightened.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArmed
\nwith her lens and measuring-rod and probe,
She looked upon an
\nobject universe
And the multitudes that in it live and die
And
\nthe body of Space and the fleeing soul of Time,
And took the
\nearth and stars into her hands
To try what she could make of
\nthese strange things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind of reason looks upon the universe, the living beings in it and
\nupon Time and Space in Which the world-movement is set as objects of
\nits scrutiny. With her narrow meant and standards it tries to judge
\nand evaluate the earth and distant stars.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(IV)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher strong purposeful laborious mind,
Inventing her scheme-lines
\nof reality
And the geometric curves of her time-plan,
She
\nmultiplied her slow half-cuts at Truth: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmind is not given to imaginative exercises like the vital mind, nor
\ndoes it let itself go without check or control. It is purposeful,
\nself-willed and labours assiduously to achieve its goal. It forms its
\nown moulds of understanding, patterns into which it seeks to grasp
\nthe world-movement and goes on gathering its segments of Truth which
\nare only so many half-views of the Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(V)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpatient
\nof enigma and the unknown,
Intolerant of the lawless and unique,
\n
Imposing reflection on the march of Force,
Imposing clarity
\non the unfathomable,
She strove to reduce to rules the mystic
\nworld. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\ncannot let pass a riddle or a thing that is not known; it must exert
\nitself to solve the riddle, to know the unknown. It cannot tolerate
\ndisorder nor anything out of the way that does not fall into a
\nsystem. It imposes its own deliberative order on the mechanical
\nmovement of Force. It tries to force some clarity on what cannot be
\nplumbed by thought and strives to capture and formulate the contents
\neven of the mystic world in terms of its own method and rule of
\nlogic.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(VI)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNothing
\nshe knew but all things hoped to know. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\ndark inconscient realms once void of thought,
Missioned by a
\nsupreme Intelligence
To throw its ray upon the obscure Vast,
An
\nimperfect light leading an erring mass
By the power of sense and
\nthe idea and word,
She ferrets out Nature\u2019s process, substance,
\ncause. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThough
\nthis mind of reason knows nothing, it has the ambition to know all.
\nIt is really an intermediate agent of the higher Intelligence
\nmissioned to cast its ray of light on the obscure lower realms of the
\ninconscient bereft of thought. It is an imperfect, half-light leading
\nthe mass of ignorance towards the fuller Light of Knowledge through
\nits instruments of sense, word and idea. By its incessant probe,
\nanalysis and study it succeeds, to a certain extent, in unveiling the
\nsecret process, the basic material and the motivating cause in
\nNature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(VII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nlife to harmonise by thought\u2019s control
She with the huge
\nimbroglio struggles still;
Ignorant of all but her own seeking
\nmind
To save the world from Ignorance she came. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nmission of Reason is to impose the direction of thought, to
\ncoordinate and to bring some harmony into the pellmell of life in the
\nuniverse; to that end she strives and strives. She is, indeed,
\nignorant of everything except her own mind; yet her work is to save
\nthe world from the domination of the prevailing Ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(VIII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsovereign worker through the centuries,
Observing and re-moulding
\nall that is,
Confident she took up her stupendous charge. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nthe low bent and mighty figure sits
Bowed under the arc-lamps of
\nher factory-home
Amid the clatter and ringing of her tools. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nhas been at work holding her full sway for centuries, observing
\nthings, applying herself to reshaping them according to her own
\nlights. Hers has been a tremendous task. She is industrious,
\never-engaged in her labours with the aid of her instrumental
\nfaculties.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(IX)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nrigorous stare in her creative eyes
Coercing the plastic stuff of
\ncosmic Mind,
She sets the hard inventions of her brain
In a
\npattern of eternal fixity:
Indifferent to the cosmic dumb demand,
\n
Unconscious of too close realities,
Of the unspoken thought,
\nthe voiceless heart,
She leans to forge her credos and iron codes
\n
And metal structures to imprison life
And mechanic models of
\nall things that are. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nobserves everything, spans the supple and flexible vistas of the mind
\nbefore her and formulates her own lines of systematisation into firm
\nmoulds for all movement to flow into. She cares not for the demand
\nfor free variation in the Cosmic Nature; she is not aware either of
\nother realities besides herself e.g. unexpressed thought, mute
\nemotion, which are so near herself. She proceeds to erect creeds and
\nlaws and dry frames in which she hopes to contain and fix the free
\nflow of life and imposes a mechanical order on all things.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(X)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nthe world seen she weaves a world conceived:
She spins in stiff
\nbut unsubstantial lines
Her gossamer word-webs of abstract
\nthought,
Her segment systems of the Infinite,
Her theodicies
\nand cosmogonic charts
And myths by which she explains the
\ninexplicable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworld conceived by her is more true to this Reason than the world
\nthat actually is. She weaves endless webs of speculation and abstract
\nthought, builds systems out of section-views of the Infinite Reality,
\npresents philosophies of God and creation and tries to explain what
\nis inexplicable by her canons of logic, by her means of myths.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(XI)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAt
\nwill she spaces in thin air of mind
Like maps in the school-house
\nof intellect hung,
Forcing wide Truth into a narrow scheme,
Her
\nnumberless warring strict philosophies; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nwithout any basis in fact she erects theories and schemes, trying to
\ncapture the vast Truth into narrow conceptual moulds; each of her
\nsystems of philosophy is a segment-view and hence they do not agree
\nwith each other, they clash. She observes the phenomenon of Nature
\nand draws rigid lines and curves with her thought and logic along
\nwhich she expects the world-movement to flow. She claims
\ninfallibility for her sciences thus formulated.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(XII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOut
\nof Nature\u2019s body of phenomenon
She carves with Thought\u2019s keen
\nedge in rigid lines
Like rails for the World-Magician\u2019s power
\nto run,
Her sciences precise and absolute. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWorking
\nupon the vast, varying phenomena of Nature, Reason lays out fast and
\nrigid lines of movement and development for the World-Power in action
\naccording to her own reading and analysis. This study of the outer
\nprocesses of Nature is developed by her into fine and absolute
\nsciences.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\n(XIII)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nthe huge bare walls of human nescience
Written round Nature\u2019s
\ndeep dumb hieroglyphs
She pens in clear demotic characters
The
\nvast encyclopaedia of her thoughts;
An algebra of her
\nmathematics\u2019 signs,
Her numbers and unerring formulas
She
\nbuilds to clinch her summary of things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nstudies the intricate and baffling movements of Nature and tries to
\ninterpret them in terms of her own understanding; she erects laws,
\ncasts maps and charts and builds systems purporting to explain and
\ndetermine the world-movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Art
\nand Artifice of Reason<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\nall sides runs as if in a cosmic mosque
Tracing the scriptural
\nverses of her laws
The daedal of her patterned arabesques,
Art
\nof her wisdom, artifice of her lore. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nart, this artifice are her only stock. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe
\nembroiders her laboured systems of superficial knowledge with
\nattractive, skilfully woven designs and makes them interesting though
\nthey are not sound in themselves. This art of presentation is her
\nonly forte.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Doubt<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nher high works of pure intelligence,
In her withdrawal from the
\nsenses\u2019 trap,
There comes no breaking of the walls of mind,
\n
There leaps no rending flash of absolute power,
There dawns
\nno light of heavenly certitude. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmillion faces wears her knowledge here
And every face is turbaned
\nwith a doubt. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIndeed,
\nReason disengages herself from the misleading reports of the senses
\nand tries to function from the altitudes of the higher, purer
\nintelligence. Still, however, she is unable to break across the
\nlimitations of the mind; her power is bounded by the deficiencies of
\nher instruments. She is never absolutely certain of the verity of the
\nknowledge she builds up. Her knowledge is changeful and every step is
\nshadowed by a doubt.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAbsolute
\nKnowledge is high above the domain of Reason.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
All
\nQuestioned<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nnow is questioned, all reduced to nought. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce
\nmonumental in their massive craft
Her old great mythic writings
\ndisappear
And into their place start strict ephemeral signs;
\n
This constant change spells progress to her eyes:
Her thought
\nis an endless march without a goal. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis no summit on which she can stand
And see in a single glance
\nthe Infinite\u2019s whole. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEvery
\naffirmation of Reason is followed by a questioning and a negation.
\nImposing edifices constructed by her are demolished in no time; new
\nfabrications take the place of the old and this constant change is
\ndeemed progress. There is no finis to her thought-labours, no certain
\ngoal where she can stop and say she has arrived at last. There is no
\nsummit in her range from where she can get an all-embracing view of
\nthe Reality that is infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Inconclusive
\nPlay<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\ninconclusive play is Reason\u2019s toil. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEach
\nstrong idea can use her as its tool;
Accepting every brief she
\npleads her case. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOpen
\nto every thought, she cannot know. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\neternal Advocate seated as judge
Armours in logic\u2019s
\ninvulnerable mail
A thousand combatants for Truth\u2019s veiled
\nthrone
And sets on a high horseback of argument
To tilt for
\never with a wordy lance
In a mock tournament where none can win. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nis no finality to the labours of Reason. She can champion with equal
\nvehemence quite different ideas one after the other. Any powerful
\nidea can use Reason. Running with every thought that comes before
\nher, Reason cannot arrive at true, definitive Knowledge. She is a
\npartisan who pretends to judge. But her logic and argument can serve
\nequally every claimant to the prize of Truth; there is no final
\nvictory for any one in the field of Reason.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason’s
\nVerdicts Cancelled<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAssaying
\nthought\u2019s values with her rigid tests
Balanced she sits on wide
\nand empty air,
Aloof and pure in her impartial poise. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbsolute
\nher judgments seem but none is sure;
Time cancels all her
\nverdicts in appeal. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nfunctions in an artificial vacuum of her own, weighing the soundness
\nof every thought with the set measures devised by herself, without
\ninvolving herself, without allowing any predisposition to sway her
\noperations. Her judgments seem, to be absolute and final; but in
\nreality not one of them is certain of its truth; none lasts the test
\nof time.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Glittering
\nRobe on Ignorance<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nlike sunbeams to our glow-worm mind
Her knowledge feigns to fall
\nfrom a clear heaven,
Its rays are a lantern\u2019s lustres in the
\nNight;
She throws a glittering robe on Ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nmay appear to the flickering mind as if the knowledge gained by the
\nReason is a gift from the higher summits of Light. But in truth it is
\nnothing of the kind; it is little more than the feeble rays of a
\nlantern in a surrounding darkness. All that she does is to cover
\nIgnorance with a bright glow.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Sovereign
\nClaim Lost<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nnow is lost her ancient sovereign claim
To rule mind\u2019s high
\nrealm in her absolute right,
Bind thought with logic\u2019s forged
\ninfallible chain
Or see truth nude in a bright abstract haze. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nclaimed at one time to be the undisputed ruler of the whole domain of
\nmind; she sought to force thought to live and function within the
\nabsolute confines of her logic; she claimed to arrive atTruth in the
\ndazzle of her abstract speculations. But now she no more stakes that
\nclaim.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yoked
\nto Proven Fact<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nmaster and slave of stark phenomenon,
She travels on the roads of
\nerring sight
Or looks upon a set mechanical world
Constructed
\nfor her by her instruments. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nbullock yoked in the cart of proven fact,
She drags huge
\nknowledge-bales through Matter\u2019s dust
To reach utility\u2019s
\nimmense bazaar. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nreigns on the scene of Nature’s phenomenon but at the same time her
\nrange is bounded by the extent of the actual phenomenon. Her journey
\nis along the routes chalked out by the misreporting senses, her
\nvision is confined to the mechanical patterns constructed by the
\nfaculties of the sense, and the physical mind; she engages herself
\nonly with materially proved facts\u2014not with verities of feeling or
\nother types that do not admit of physical proof that can be
\ndemonstrated. Consequently her laboured knowledge is of the most
\nmaterial kind, and the goal of her labours is utility. The value of
\nher knowledge is measured in terms of its practical utility and not
\nin its intrinsic worth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She
\nkeeps the Husks<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nApprentice
\nshe has grown to her old drudge;
An aided sense is her seeking\u2019s
\narbiter. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nnow she uses as the assayer\u2019s stone. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nif she knew not facts are husks of truth,
The husks she keeps,
\nthe kernel throws aside. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsense ought to be the servant of Reason, but this natural relation is
\nas if reversed. Reason has come to give the decisive role to the
\nsense in coming to conclusions. Unless the sense certifies and
\nconfirms, Reason does not accept.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nFacts
\nby which Reason swears are really the external coverings of truth.
\nReason, however, treasures these husks and throws away the precious
\ngrain within.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Seeks
\nMechanic Nature’s Keys<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn
\nancient wisdom fades into the past,
The ages\u2019 faith becomes an
\nidle tale,
God passes out of the awakened thought,
An old
\ndiscarded dream needed no more:
Only she seeks mechanic nature\u2019s
\nkeys. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWith
\nthe advent and supremacy of Reason, wisdom garnered by other means
\nfades away. Instinctive faith that had ruled all along is dismissed
\nas a baseless construction. God does not stand the test of reasoned
\nthought and is dismissed as an unsubstantial relic of an ignorant
\npast. Reason tries to find the key to everything in the operations of
\nmechanical nature.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Digs
\ninto Maim Er’s Soil<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nInterpreting
\nstone-laws inevitable
She digs into Matter\u2019s hard concealing
\nsoil,
To unearth the processes of all things done. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nstudies the phenomenon in Nature, deduces certain laws from her
\nobservation and lends to them an inviolable fixity. She probes and
\nbores through the deceptive surfaces of Material Nature in order to
\ndiscover therein the origin of all life-movements, their precise
\nprocesses.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Intricate
\nEnginery Appears<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nloaded huge self-worked machine appears
To her eye\u2019s eager and
\nadmiring stare,
An intricate and meaningless enginery
Of
\nordered fateful and unfailing chance:
Ingenious and meticulous
\nand minute,
Its brute unconscious accurate device
Unrolls an
\nunerring march, maps a sure road;
It plans without thinking, acts
\nwithout a will,
A million purposes serves with purpose none
And
\nbuilds a rational world without a mind. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\ncomes face to face, in this venture of hers, with what appears to be
\na huge self-charged, self-worked, mechanical machinery in Nature
\nwhich operates in a fixed and determined pattern. Even chance is a
\npart of this machinery which, though apparently bereft of
\nconsciousness, is marvellously accurate in its results and forges the
\nright path for the universal movement to advance along. This machine
\nin effect plans without thinking it out, acts without exercising a
\nwill thereto; it does not seem to have any set purpose before it in
\nits workings, but all the same it serves a diversity of purposes. It
\nhas no rationalising mind and yet the world it builds is rational to
\nthe core.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Matter
\nAdmirable Reality (I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nhas no mover, no maker, no idea:
Its vast self-action toils
\nwithout a cause;
A lifeless Energy irresistibly driven,
Death\u2019s
\nhead on the body of Necessity,
Engenders life and fathers
\nconsciousness,
Then wonders why all was and whence it came. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nmachine has none to set it into movement; who at all has made it!
\nThere is no idea that impels it. It acts without any cause. It is an
\nunconscious Energy unrolling itself inexorably. It appears to be a
\ncombination of Necessity and Death and they both together produce the
\nphenomenon of life and consciousness. And yet why all is there and
\nfrom where all is derived is a wonder in itself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Mai
\nI Fr Admirable Reality (II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nthoughts are parts of the immense machine,
Our ponderings but a
\nfreak of Matter\u2019s law,
The mystic\u2019s lore was a fancy or a
\nblind;
Of soul or spirit we have now no need:
Matter is the
\nadmirable Reality,
The patent unescapable miracle,
The hard
\ntruth of things, simple, eternal, sole. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nwould appear that even our thoughts are products of this huge,
\nmechanical machinery. Our deep deliberations look to be chance
\noff-shoots of the processes of Matter. In this setting all the wisdom
\nof the mystic appears to be a fancy or a deception, soul or spirit
\ndispensable things. Only Matter is the obvious, sole, eternal
\nReality, all-pervading, all-determining.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
End
\nof Mighty Toil<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsuicidal rash expenditure
Creating the world by a mystery of
\nself-loss
Has poured its scattered works on empty space;
Late
\nshall the self-disintegrating Force
Contract the immense
\nexpansion it has made:
Then ends this mighty and unmeaning toil,
\n
The Void is left bare, vacant as before. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nseems as if all creation is a result of a reckless out-throw of an
\nEnergy filling up an empty Space. The next and inevitable phase of
\nthis movement\u2014the first being one of expansion\u2014is of contraction
\nfollowing a disintegration of the Force that builds. This ends the
\nwhole movement of creation, all fades away leaving the original Void
\nvacant as before.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
World
\nExplained<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\nvindicated, crowned, the grand new Thought
Explained the world
\nand mastered all its laws,
Touched the dumb roots, woke veiled
\ntremendous powers;
It bound to service the unconscious djinns
\n
That sleep unused in Matter\u2019s ignorant trance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nwas precise, rigid, indubitable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nis the victorious conclusion of materialistic Thought: there is
\nnothing else than Matter; all is built by the mighty material Enemy
\nand when that Enemy withdraws all disappears.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nThought has indeed done valuable service in its probing into and
\nstudy of the material surfaces of the universe. It has touched the
\nmute origins of creation in the physical bases, awakened unused
\npowers into activity and put them in service. It has erected a
\nsystem, unambiguous, exact, rigid in its frame.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
But
\nall Staggers Back<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nwhen on Matter\u2019s rock of ages based
A whole stood up firm and
\nclear-cut and safe,
All staggered back into a sea of doubt;
This
\nsolid scheme melted in endless flux:
She had met the formless
\nPower inventor of forms;
Suddenly she stumbled upon things
\nunseen:
A lightning from the undiscovered Truth
Startled her
\neyes with its perplexing glare
And dug a gulf between the Real
\nand Known
Till all her knowledge seemed an ignorance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\nwhen this Thought is satisfied that it has erected a sound system of
\na material universe, a doubt creeps in following fresh discoveries
\nrevealing the much that is still unknown. What appeared to be solid
\ncrumbles into a flux; Reason is confronted with the presence of a
\nformless creative Power in place of the phenomena of forms with which
\nshe was preoccupied. She is compelled to see the gulf between what
\nshe knows and the Reality that she is still to know. In comparison
\nwith the extent of the Reality to be known, what she knows can only
\nbe described as ignorance.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Source
\nLost in the Ineffable<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce
\nmore the world was made a wonder-web,
A magic\u2019s process in a
\nmagical space,
An unintelligible miracle\u2019s depths
Whose
\nsource is lost in the Ineffable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat
\nonce appeared to be a reasoned system of the universe melts again
\ninto a product of wondrous magic. Reason is unable to trace the
\nsource of this miracle that is the universe. That origin is beyond
\nits range to comprehend or formulate.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Facing
\nthe Unknowable<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnce
\nmore we face the blank Unknowable. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\na crash of values, in a huge doom-crack,
In the sputter and
\nscatter of her breaking work
She lost her clear conserved
\nconstructed world. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\none stands once again in the presence of a great Unknowable; all that
\nappeared to be known is broken up. All the constructions of Reason
\nflounder.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Blind
\nForce<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nquantum dance remained, a sprawl of chance
In Energy\u2019s
\nstupendous tripping whirl:
A ceaseless motion in the unbounded
\nVoid
Invented forms without a thought or aim:
Necessity and
\nCause were shapeless ghosts;
Matter was an incident in being\u2019s
\nflow,
Law but a clock-work habit of blind force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat
\nremains after the crash of the construction is the whirling movement
\nof a mighty Energy in a limitless Void, producing innumerable forms
\nwithout any definite purpose. Necessity and Cause which played a
\ndominant role in the scheme of Reason are nonexistent; Matter which
\nwas the sole reality then is now hardly more than a petty result in
\nthe great flow of the life-being; Law which was the fixed frame of
\nthe material scheme is now no more than a mechanical habit of a blind
\nforce in movement.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Chaos
\nand Strife<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIdeals,
\nethics, systems had no base
And soon collapsed or without
\nsanction lived;
All grew a chaos, a heave and clash and strife. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\ncal
\nand other kinds of systems have no solid base to stand upon.
\nInevitably they collapse leaving everywhere chaos, friction and
\nstrife.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Kali’s
\nDance<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIdeas
\nwarring and fierce leaped upon life;
A hard compression held down
\nanarchy
And liberty was only a phantom\u2019s name:
Creation and
\ndestruction waltzed inarmed
On the bosom of a torn and quaking
\nearth;
All reeled into a world of Kali\u2019s dance. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\norder imposed by mental reason is gone and ideas clash and battle
\nwith one another. Liberty for orderly growth as determined by the
\nmind is no more and complete anarchy is prevented only by the
\ncompulsion of Nature. Creation and destruction race together. The
\nwhole creation appears to be a frenzied dance of Kali\u2014the Cosmic
\nPower of destruction.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Clutching
\nfor Proofs<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThus
\ntumbled, sinking, sprawling in the Void,
Clutching for props, a
\nsoil on which to stand,
She only saw a thin atomic Vast,
The
\nrare-point sparse substratum Universe
On which floats a solid
\nworld\u2019s phenomenal face. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nfinds the ground snatched from under her feet; she is unable to hold
\nto anything solid. She perceives a filmy vast melting into a Void.
\nThis is the impalpable background on which moves the world-force
\ncreating phenomena.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Omnipotent
\nForce<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlone
\na process of events was there
And Nature\u2019s plastic and protean
\nchange
And, strong by death to slay, or to create
The riven
\ninvisible atom\u2019s omnipotent force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat
\nremains is only the process of things for Reason to perceive and
\nanalyse. There is a constant, subtle change at every moment. A mighty
\nForce is seen released from the microscopic atom, a Force that can
\ncreate or destroy irresistibly.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason’s
\nHope to Grasp Original Force<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne
\nchance remained that here might be a power
To liberate man from
\nthe old inadequate means
And leave him sovereign of the earthly
\nscene. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nReason then might grasp the original Force
To drive her car upon
\nthe roads of Time. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nCould
\nit be that here is a Power at work which can free man from his
\nlimitations of instrument and establish him as the ruler of the
\nearth? In that case Reason can hope to get hold of the original
\nomnipotent Force and use it to extend her empire.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Standardised
\nPerfection<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nthen might serve the need of the thinking race,
An absolute State
\nfound order\u2019s absolute,
To a standardised perfection cut all
\nthings,
In society build a just exact machine. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIf
\nthat were to be, the whole world-movement could be made to serve Man
\nthe thinker, an ordered System without exceptions established, all
\nthings standardised at some level of perfection, the entire society
\nturned into a precise and mechanical pattern of functioning.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Symmetric
\nFabric of Life<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nscience and reason careless of the soul
Could iron out a tranquil
\nuniform world,
Aeonic seekings glut with outward truths
And a
\nsingle patterned thinking force on mind,
Inflicting Matter\u2019s
\nlogic on Spirit\u2019s dreams
A reasonable animal make of man
And
\na symmetrical fabric of his life. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen
\nScience and the logical intellect could organise the world on a set
\nbasis of uniformity. Knowledge would grow in its contents though the
\nlatter would pertain mostly to the external surfaces of Nature and
\nthe mind conditioned to think in one determined groove. The severe
\nlogic that governs the formulations of Matter would be imposed on the
\nexpressions of the Spirit thereby limiting its manifestation. Man
\nwould be little more than a trained animal capable of reasoning and
\nhis life would be an existence of an artificial symmetry.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Nature’s
\nPeak?<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nwould be Nature\u2019s peak on an obscure globe,
The grand result of
\nthe long ages\u2019 toil,
Earth\u2019s evolution crowned, her mission
\ndone. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSuch
\nobscurity would be accepted to be the summit of the edifice of Nature
\nin this universe, the finale of her aeonic labour, the crown of the
\nevolutionary progress of the earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Only
\nif the Spirit Fell Asleep<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSo
\nmight it be if the spirit fell asleep;
Man then might rest
\ncontent and live in peace,
Master of Nature who wants her
\nbondslave worked,
The world\u2019s disorder hardening into Law,\u2014
\n
If Life\u2019s dire heart arose not in revolt,
If God within
\ncould find no greater plan. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nthat cannot be. For the Spirit in the heart of the evolutionary
\nNature is not asleep. It is astir and will not allow man to rest in
\nany intermediate station of his long journey, betraying the trust of
\nNature; it will not permit the temporary phenomena of disorder and
\nconfusion to turn into a permanent law of the world. The strong heart
\nat the core of life rises in revolt against this prolongation of
\nMatter’s rule of limitation and death. The awakened godhead in the
\nbosom of earth has a greater plan that emerges slowly upsetting the
\nlittle patterns of the material intellect.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Many-Visaged
\nCosmic Soul<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nmany-visaged is the cosmic Soul;
A touch can alter the fixed
\nfront of Fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nSoul that is at work in the universe is not limited to one single
\nform, one single expression. It is multifaceted and has diverse ways
\nof working that defy the strict rules laid down by the logical
\nintellect. Things may appear to be fixed, determined, for all time;
\nthe operations of fate apparently rigid, inescapable, but in truth
\nthey are not so. A touch of Grace, a breath of the Spirit can change
\nthe whole set-up. Fate can be altered by the intervention of
\nsomething that is beyond the level of its formations.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Key
\nof Perfect Change<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsudden turn can come, a road appear,
A greater Mind may see a
\ngreater Truth,
Or we may find when all the rest has failed
Hid
\nin ourselves the key of perfect change. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nSuddenly
\na new road may come into sight and open quite a new direction,
\nchanging the given set of circumstances or some higher faculty than
\nthe logical mind may glimpse a Truth greater than the one held to
\nbefore and the perspective and goal undergo a complete change. Or
\nwhen all the outer means for effecting a breakthrough have failed,
\nman may discover the key to the problem within himself. For in man
\nlie, hidden behind the veil of external nature, endless
\npossibilities. If only he looks within himself, deep enough, he will
\nfind the resolution of his difficulties, the solution for the riddles
\nof his life.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ascent<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscending
\nfrom the soil where creep our days,
Earth\u2019s consciousness may
\nmarry with the Sun,
Our mortal life ride on the spirit\u2019s wing,
\n
Our finite thoughts commune with the Infinite. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nconsciousness of the earth need not for ever stay confined to the
\nlowly plains of material life. It can\u2014and surely will\u2014rise above
\nthese first grounds and join with the Light on the summits. Mortal
\nlife can take on the wings of the Spirit and soar high towards the
\nimmortal altitudes of Existence. The bounded mind of man can put
\nitself in tune with the unbounded Infinite and be in communion with
\nit.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Birth
\ninto Power of Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthe bright kingdoms of the rising Sun
All is a birth into a power
\nof light:
All here deformed guards there its happy shape,
Here
\nall is mixed and marred, there pure and whole;
Yet each is a
\npassing step, a moment\u2019s phase. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAscent
\ninto the higher realms of increasing Light brings about a rebirth
\ninto the power of that Radiance; whatever is deformed here on earth
\nfinds its right, felicitous form there above; everything here is
\nmixed and segmented, there all is pure and entire. All the same each
\ncondition on earth is a phase, a step leading to another step.
\nNothing is permanent, all is in transition.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Awake
\nto a Greater Truth<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwake
\nto a greater Truth beyond her acts,
The mediatrix sat and saw her
\nworks
And felt the marvel in them and the force
But knew the
\npower behind the face of Time: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nbegins to awake to a larger and greater Truth than her own. This
\nintermediary between the ignorance below and Knowledge above surveys
\nher workings, feels what is admirable in them and their effective
\ndynamism and becomes conscious of the greater Power that is acting
\nfrom behind the veil of phenomena.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Yearning
\ntowards Great Ideal<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nShe
\ndid the task, obeyed the knowledge given,
Her deep heart yearned
\ntowards great ideal things
And from the light looked out to wider
\nlight:
A brilliant hedge drawn round her narrowed her power;
\n
Faithful to her limited sphere she toiled, but knew
Its
\nhighest, widest seeing was a half-search,
Its mightiest acts a
\npassage or a stage. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAwakened
\nReason recognises the higher Truth and conforms to the Knowledge that
\ncomes from above. While discharging her normal functions, she seeks,
\nin her deeper movements, for Ideals beyond herself and searches for a
\nLight greater than her own. But her effective power is circumscribed
\nby her constitutional limitations. Within her range she works
\nfaithfully, but all the while she is aware that her utmost
\naccomplishments are but half-findings, only a stage which has to be
\nleft behind for the inevitable next.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Not
\nby Reason can Truth be Seen<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nnot by Reason was creation made
And not by Reason can the Truth
\nbe seen
Which through the veils of thought, the screens of sense
\n
Hardly the spirit\u2019s vision can descry
Dimmed by the
\nimperfection of its means: <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAnd
\nthat is so because Reason is not the creator of the universe; she is
\nonly an intermediate Power. She can grasp only a part of truth, not
\nthe whole truth which stands veiled by mental thinking or by the
\nmovement of the senses. The eye of the perceiving spirit is
\nhandicapped by the defects of the instrumental faculties and its
\nvision blurs.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Little
\nMind<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlittle Mind is tied to little things:
Its sense is but the
\nspirit\u2019s outward touch
Half-waked in a world of dark
\nInconscience;
It feels out for its beings and its forms
Like
\none left fumbling in the ignorant Night. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\npetty sense-mind is always occupied with petty things. Its sense
\ndepends upon the first inadequate touches of the emerging spirit.
\nSemi-awake in a world of dark Inconscience, it gropes to create its
\ninnumerable forms and beings. Its movements are tentative, unsure.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Reason
\nToys’ Artificer<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis small mould of infant mind and sense
Desire is a
\nchild-heart\u2019s cry crying for bliss,
Our reason only a toys\u2019
\nartificer,
A rule-maker in a strange stumbling game. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nthis small, forming mind and its sense, desire shoots forth. This
\ndesire is really the cry of the infant soul for the Bliss that is its
\nrightful share in the Creation.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nis little more than a craftsman of toys, a framer of rules for this
\nlittle game played in the court of the small mind of sense.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Interim
\nReport<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nshe her dwarf aids knew whose confident sight
A bounded prospect
\ntook for the far goal. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworld she has made is an interim report
Of a traveller towards
\nthe half-found truth in things
Moving twixt nescience and
\nnescience. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEnlightened
\nReason is aware of the limited sight and range of her aides, the
\nsenses, and of the fact that they mistake the immediate and limited
\nview to be the ultimate truth. Her account of the world based upon
\nthe reports of these instruments can only be provisional, her
\nfindings only half-truths. Reason moves from the nescience below
\ntowards the superconscience above\u2014in either case her own awareness
\nlapses at both ends.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Truth
\nnot Known<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nFor
\nnothing is known while aught remains concealed;
The Truth is
\nknown only when all is seen. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\ngrasps only a partial truth of things, some aspect fronting it; the
\nrest is outside its grasp. And as long as any part remains unknown,
\nthe Knowledge gained is never complete; it is no knowledge at all. To
\nknow the Truth one must see and know it entire.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She
\nYearns for Higher Light<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAttracted
\nby the All that is the One,
She yearns towards a higher light
\nthan hers;
Hid by her cults and creeds she has glimpsed God\u2019s
\nface:
She knows she has but found a form, a robe,
But ever
\nshe hopes to see him in her heart
And feel the body of his
\nreality. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nReason
\nis attracted by the multiplicity that is in truth the One Reality. To
\nget at this Reality she seeks for a light higher than her own which
\nis feeble. The Reality is hidden behind all the cults and creeds she
\nhas erected; what she has discovered is only a Form, not the body of
\nthe Reality. Awakened Reason knows this and always strives and hopes
\nto see and feel the very Reality in herself.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Glimmering
\nMask<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nyet a mask is there and not a brow,
Although sometimes two hidden
\neyes appear:
Reason cannot tear off that glimmering mask,
Her
\nefforts only make it glimmer more; <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhat
\nReason has found is only the mask covering the face of the Reality, a
\nmask that shines. Something of the true visage unveils itself
\noccasionally but as a rule the mask intervenes. The efforts of Reason
\nto remove that shining mask result only in making it shine all the
\nmore.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
She
\nBreaks up Knowledge<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\npackets she ties up the Indivisible;
Finding her hands too small
\nto hold vast Truth
She breaks up knowledge into alien parts
Or
\npeers through cloud-rack for a vanished sun:
She sees, not
\nunderstanding what she has seen,
Through the locked visages of
\nfinite things
The myriad aspects of infinity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nReality is indivisible, but Reason attempts to grasp and present it
\nin divided bits. She finds the Truth too vast for her hands and hence
\nbreaks it up into unnatural parts for understanding it. Her crude
\nattempts to perceive the Truth only result in the formation of clouds
\nof speculation veiling the rays of the Truth-Sun. She sees so many
\nfinite bounded forms but does not know that through them she is face
\nto face with the countless aspects of the Infinite Reality.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Ignorance
\nWisdom’s Chrysalis<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOne
\nday the Face must burn out through the mask. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOur
\nignorance is Wisdom\u2019s chrysalis,
Our error weds new knowledge
\non its way,
Its darkness is a blackened knot of light;
Thought
\ndances hand in hand with Nescience
On the grey road that winds
\ntowards the Sun. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHowever,
\na day must come when the Reality has to emerge out of the mask; the
\nignorance of the mind is only the outer crust of the Wisdom that
\npresses forward. All human error is a step towards the attainment of
\nKnowledge; error is continually met and corrected by fresh bursts of
\nKnowledge on the path. Its darkness is only a thick shadow of the
\ninvolved light of Knowledge. But on this dim-lit road towards the Sun
\nof Knowledge thought has perforce to walk arm in arm with the basic
\nnescience out of which it has risen and hence it is constantly
\nfrustrated in its activity.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Flashes
\nof Fire<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nwhile her fingers fumble at the knots
Which bind them to their
\nstrange companionship,
Into the moments of their married strife
\n
Sometimes break flashes of the enlightening Fire. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThought,
\nindeed, attempts to release itself from these clamps of nescience and
\nits development proceeds in the measure in which this is successfully
\ndone. In this process of friction and disentanglement, there are at
\ntimes outbreaks of a revealing Knowledge.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Great
\nThoughts that Walk Alone<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nnow great thoughts are here that walk alone:
Armed they have come
\nwith the infallible word
In an investiture of intuitive light
\n
That is a sanction from the eyes of God;
Announcers of a
\ndistant Truth they flame
Arriving from the rim of eternity. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEven
\nwhen things are in this confused and mixed up state, there are in the
\natmosphere great solitary Thoughts at work. They are not products of
\nlaboured thinking but Truth-Ideas that have come down as intuitive
\nflashes with the imprimatur of the presiding Godhead. Coming from the
\nborders of eternity, they are the harbingers of the Truth that is far
\noff.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
A
\nGreater Gnosis shall Regard<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nfire shall come out of the infinitudes,
A greater Gnosis shall
\nregard the world
Crossing out of some far omniscience
On
\nlustrous seas from the still rapt Alone
To illumine the deep
\nheart of self and things. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ntimeless knowledge it shall bring to Mind,
Its aim to life, to
\nIgnorance its close. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThese
\nare only flashes of the Great Fire of the Spirit, the brilliant
\nKnowledge-Will of the Supreme that shall one day manifest in this
\nworld. From the still Transcendent One shall flow over the earth, the
\nLight and the Consciousness that will flood the Mind with Knowledge
\ninfallible, give Iife its fulfilment and terminate Ignorance once for
\nall.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Aspiration
\nto Beyond<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nin a high breathless stratosphere,
Overshadowing the dwarfish
\ntrinity,
Lived, aspirants to a limitless Beyond,
Captives of
\nSpace, walled by the limiting heavens,
In the unceasing circuit
\nof the hours,
Yearning for the straight paths of eternity,
And
\nfrom their high station looked down on this world
Two sun-gaze
\nDaemons witnessing all that is. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbove
\nthe domain of the three little minds\u2014physical mind, desire-mind and
\nreasoning mind Aswapathy sees other powers, greater in stature
\naspiring still higher. Confined within the boundaries of the Mind,
\nthese powers however high some of them may be\u2014aspire for the
\naltitudes of the Infinite beyond; from the perpetual rounds of time
\nin which they are involved they yearn for release into the free and
\nstraight courses of the Eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy
\nsees also two bright-eyed Deities gazing down on this world from a
\nhigh station above, witnessing all.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Life-Thought
\n(I)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\npower to uplift the laggard world,
Imperious rode a huge
\nhigh-winged Life-Thought
Unwont to tread the firm unchanging
\nsoil:
Accustomed to a blue infinity,
It planed in sunlit sky
\nand starlit air;
It saw afar the unreached Immortal\u2019s home
And
\nheard afar the voices of the gods. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOf
\nthese one is Thought fully charged with Life-power, Thought supported
\nby an intense concentration of Life-force. It has the power to uplift
\nthe world from its inertia. It is reluctant to work in the sticky and
\ninert ground of Matter but is in its elements in the unbounded, free
\nand bright expanses of the higher regions of Life. It shoots its
\nglance far into the realm of the Immortal and its ear is open to the
\ndistant voices of the gods.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Life-Thought
\n(II)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIconoclast
\nand shatterer of Time\u2019s forts,
Overleaping limit and exceeding
\nnorm,
It lit the thoughts that glow through the centuries
And
\nmoved to acts of superhuman force. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis
\nLife-Thought never stays contained in the limits chalked out by the
\nreasoning and logical mind. It breaks out of them and upsets
\nconventional ideas and systems based upon them. It releases new
\nthoughts that shine across the centuries and fathers movements of
\nextraordinary force.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Life-Thought
\n(III)<\/B> <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAs
\nfar as its self-winged airplanes could fly,
Visiting the future
\nin great brilliant raids
It reconnoitred vistas of dream-fate. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nApt
\nto conceive, unable to attain,
It drew its concept-maps and
\nvision-plans
Too large for the architecture of mortal Space. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nsoars to its utmost range and catches glimpses of the future that is
\nready on the subtler planes. But though it conceives largely it is
\nnot able to realise and achieve to the full its own conceptual and
\nvisioned patterns, which are too ambitious for the earth-world as it
\nis.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
Thought-Mind<\/B>
\n<\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBeyond
\nin wideness where no footing is,
An imagist of bodiless Ideas,
\n
Impassive to the cry of life and sense,
A pure Thought-Mind
\nsurveyed the cosmic act. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nArchangel
\nof a white transcending realm,
It saw the world from solitary
\nheights
Luminous in a remote and empty air. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHigher
\nthan the realms of the Life-mind, Aswapathy sees in the vastnesses
\nthat are ever at flux, a Mind of pure Thought, above and aloof from
\nthe touch of life and the senses, occupied with Ideas that are yet to
\ntake form. It is a great Power in the pure realms transcending the
\ndomains below and, from its distant station in vacancy, this bright
\nThought-Mind looks at the world and surveys it. <\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n



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