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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 Three. The Book of the Divine Mother<\/p>\n

\nCanto I<\/a>    Canto II<\/a>    Canto III<\/a>    Canto IV<\/a>           \n<\/p>\n

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\nBook Three: Canto
\nI<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nPursuit of the Unknowable<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Summary<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n
All that the
\nworld can give is a trifle; it cannot satisfy the thirst of man in
\nsearch of the Reality from which the whole creation derives. At the
\nend of his search, Aswapathy finds that all his Knowledge ends in an
\nUnknowable. A Silence settles on his striving heart. Freed from the
\npulls of the world’s desire, he turns to the Call of the Ineffable.
\nAn unnameable Being lures him on and on.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nIt is a mysterious
\nmightiness which is at once an unfathomable vast around and a subtle
\nkernel in the soul. A giant doubt overshadows his advance. However,
\nhe ascends without pause and reaches a height where no created form
\ncan live. He nears an intolerant bare Reality where the mind must
\neither dissolve or change into Light. The whole world and its
\nIgnorance founders here. All is expunged from the silent Being to
\nlapse into Nothingness.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nThere is only a
\nVastness, an Eternity, a solid Peace.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAt last he is face
\nto face with a companionless Reality, immutable, inscrutable,
\nalone,\u2014the unborn One, above all change, occult, eternal.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nis too Little<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nis too little that the world can give:
Its power and knowledge
\nare the gifts of Time
And cannot fill the spirit\u2019s sacred
\nthirst. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nLife in this world
\nis a field of experience. The power and the knowledge gained during
\none’s life-term on earth are considerable, but in the final analysis
\nthey are found too inadequate to meet the demands of the evolving
\nspirit. They are circumscribed by conditions of time and fail to
\nsatisfy the needs of the immortal soul. Much more than what the world
\ncan offer is needed if the spirit is to fulfil its objective of
\nembodying itself on earth.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Presence
\nLost<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlthough
\nof One these forms of greatness are
And by its breath of grace
\nour lives abide,
Although more near to us than nearness\u2019 self,
\n
It is some utter truth of what we are;
Hidden by its own
\nworks it seemed far off,
Impenetrable, occult, voiceless,
\nobscure. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nPresence was lost by which all things have charm,
The Glory
\nlacked of which they are dim signs. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Reality is
\ncloser to us than anything else, and yet it is far off, a
\ntranscendent truth of ourselves.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy perceives
\nthis fact. The Divine Spirit is hidden by its own workings; it is
\nlost to sight, to hearing, and cannot be reached in the obscure
\nconditions of the world. The Divine Presence due to which there is a
\nsweetness and beauty in things is lost to experience. The Divine
\nGlory of which all are symbols, however faint, is lacking.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>World
\nis Empty of its Cause<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nworld lived on made empty of its Cause,
Like Love when the
\nBeloved\u2019s face is gone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nlabour to know seemed a vain strife of Mind;
All knowledge ended
\nin the Unknowable:
The effort to rule seemed a vain pride of
\nWill;
A trivial achievement scorned by Time,
All power
\nretired into the Omnipotent. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe sees how the
\nworld goes on eking out its existence bereft of its inspiring Cause,
\nlike the dragging on of Love when the loved one is no longer there.
\nIn such a state of the world, the attempt to know seems to be a vain
\neffort of the mind, for all knowledge so gained ends on the borders
\nof the Unknowable. Mind has to confess it cannot know. Similarly the
\neffort to control, to rule over the circumstances of life turns out
\nto be a vanity of the will. All power acquired is a trifle and yields
\nultimately to the Omnipotent.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Darkness
\nGuards the Light<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ncave of darkness guards the eternal Light. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut darkness is not
\nall; it is not the ultimate truth. Behind the thick veils of darkness
\nthere is Light. There is an eternal Light at the source of things and
\nthis Light is, as it were, guarded by a deep cave of thickening
\ndarkness. One has to persevere and push through the dark passage and
\nthen one is sure to arrive at the ever-burning Light at the end.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>He
\nTurns to Ineffable’s Call<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nsilence settled on his striving heart;
Absolved from the voices
\nof the world\u2019s desire,
He turned to the Ineffable\u2019s timeless
\ncall. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nBeing intimate and unnameable,
A wide compelling ecstasy and
\npeace
Felt in himself and all and yet ungrasped,
Approached
\nand faded from his soul\u2019s pursuit
As if for ever luring him
\nbeyond. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNear,
\nit retreated; far, it called him still. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAn unnameable Being
\nis close to him and he feels a wide pressing bliss and peace in
\nhimself and in all, but he cannot grasp it securely. It approaches
\nand recedes as if drawing him further and further with its insistent
\ncall.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Uplifting
\nDeity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNothing
\ncould satisfy but its delight:
Its absence left the greatest
\nactions dull,
Its presence made the smallest seem divine. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nWhen
\nit was there, the heart\u2019s abyss was filled;
But when the
\nuplifting Deity withdrew,
Existence lost its aim in the Inane. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy finds that
\nnothing except the delight of this Being can satisfy. Without the
\npresence of this uplifting Deity, the greatest action loses its
\nsavour; in its presence even the smallest acquires a divine glow. The
\nvoid of the heart is filled to the full when this Being is felt; when
\nit withdraws, existence loses its aim and all becomes empty of
\nmeaning.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Impalpable
\nMightiness<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\norder of the immemorial planes,
The godlike fullness of the
\ninstruments
Were turned to props for an impermanent scene. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nwho that mightiness was he knew not yet. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nImpalpable,
\nyet filling all that is,
It made and blotted out a million worlds
\n
And took and lost a thousand shapes and names. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe entire structure
\nof the serried Planes and the amplitude of the manufacturing
\ninstruments turn out to be mere props for a scene that is transitory,
\npassing. Only the Being, the unknown Mightiness, fills all, creates
\nall, destroys all, assuming and discarding a multitude of forms and
\nnames.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Indiscernible
\nVast<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nwore the guise of an indiscernible Vast,
Or was a subtle kernel
\nin the soul:
A distant greatness left it huge and dim,
A
\nmystic closeness shut it sweetly in:
It seemed sometimes a
\nfigment or a robe
And seemed sometimes his own colossal shade. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis Mightiness
\nappears to be a Vast that cannot be probed; and yet it is felt as a
\nsubtle core of the being within. It appears to be a far,
\nunapproachable Greatness, huge and dim; and yet it is felt as sweetly
\nenveloped in an intimate closeness. At times it seems to be a tiny
\nfigment or a covering; at times it seems to him to be his own huge
\nshade.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Ascends
\nwithout Pause<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\ngiant doubt overshadowed his advance. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAcross
\na neutral all-supporting Void
Whose blankness nursed his lone
\nimmortal spirit,
Allured towards some recondite Supreme,
Aided,
\ncoerced by enigmatic Powers,
Aspiring and half-sinking and
\nupborne,
Invincibly he ascended without pause. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA huge uncertainty
\ncomes over his path. All the same, he ascends without a stop. Across
\na Void that is neutral and all-supporting, whose emptiness nourishes
\nhis lone spirit, he is drawn towards some mysterious Supreme, helped,
\nin fact almost compelled, by undeterminable Powers. He aspires, finds
\nhimself going down but is borne upwards again. Thus he ascends
\nunvanquished.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Signless
\nImmensity<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlways
\na signless vague Immensity
Brooded, without approach, beyond
\nresponse,
Condemning finite things to nothingness,
Fronting
\nhim with the incommensurable. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nHe espies constantly
\na featureless huge Immensity ahead, brooding, unapproachable,
\nincommunicable. In its presence all finite things lose their reality
\nand he is face to face with the immeasurable, the Infinite.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nThen
\nto the ascent there came a mighty term:
A height was reached
\nwhere nothing made could live,
A line where every hope and search
\nmust cease
Neared some intolerant bare Reality,
A zero formed
\npregnant with boundless change. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThen he arrives at a
\npeak where the ascent ceases. There nothing that is formed can live;
\nall hope and seeking come to a stop. He nears a severe, lone Reality
\nwhich permits nothing else to exist before it. There is a zero which
\nis potent, holding in itself all possibility.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Tremendous
\nChoice<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOn
\na dizzy verge where all disguises fail
And human mind must
\nabdicate in Light
Or die like a moth in the naked blaze of Truth,
\n
He stood compelled to a tremendous choice. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nhe had been and all towards which he grew
Must now be left behind
\nor else transform
Into a self of That which has no name. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy finds
\nhimself on the edge of a peak where all forms fall off, where the
\nhuman mind must either surrender itself to the Light of Truth or
\ndissolve in its blaze. Here he is faced with a severe choice; he is
\ncompelled to choose either to abandon completely all that he has
\ncherished so far or to let it be transformed into the stuff of a
\nReality that is beyond name and form.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Adventure
\nof the Inane<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAlone
\nand fronting an intangible Force
Which offered nothing to the
\ngrasp of Thought,
His spirit faced the adventure of the Inane. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAbandoned
\nby the worlds of form he strove. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAswapathy stands
\nalone before an intangible Force which refuses to be grasped by
\nmental thought. He is on the threshold of a Void. The worlds of form
\nfall off but he strives on.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>All
\nof the Universe Ceases<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nfruitful world-wide Ignorance foundered there;
Thought\u2019s long
\nfar-circling journey touched its close
And ineffective paused the
\nactor Will. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nsymbol modes of being helped no more,
The structures Nescience
\nbuilds collapsing failed,
And even the spirit that holds the
\nuniverse
Fainted in luminous insufficiency. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe world-pervading
\nfertile Ignorance collapses here; the long range of Thought comes to
\nan end; even the instrumental will stands ineffective. The
\nsignificant ways of being cease to be meaningful; all that the
\nNescience erects breaks down; even the spirit that indwells and holds
\nthe universe realises its inadequacy and falls into a swoon.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Self
\nmust Melt or be Reborn<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn
\nan abysmal lapse of all things built
Transcending every
\nperishable support
And joining at last its mighty origin,
The
\nseparate self must melt or be reborn
Into a Truth beyond the
\nmind\u2019s appeal. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIn this condition
\nwhere all created things lapse, the separate self, exceeding all
\nmortal supports and joining its great origin at last, must either
\ndissolve or be reborn into a Truth that is beyond the range of the
\nmind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Expunged
\nfrom Being’s Silences<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nglory of outline, sweetness of harmony,
Rejected like a grace of
\ntrivial notes,
Expunged from Being\u2019s silence nude, austere,
\n
Died into a fine and blissful Nothingness. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nDemiurges lost their names and forms,
The great schemed worlds
\nthat they had planned and wrought
Passed, taken and abolished one
\nby one. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll beauty of form,
\nharmony and sweetness is rejected as if it were but a decor with
\nlittle consequence and shed from the silence of the bare Being; it
\nfades away into a blissful Nothingness. The creators lose their
\npersonalities and the world created by them are wiped out one by one.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Godhead
\nof the Whole<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nuniverse removed its coloured veil,
And at the unimaginable end
\n
Of the huge riddle of created things
Appeared the far-seen
\nGodhead of the whole,
His feet firm-based on Life\u2019s stupendous
\nwings,
Omnipotent or lonely seer of Time,
Inward,
\ninscrutable, with diamond gaze. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe tinted veil over
\nthe universe is cast off and at the far-off end of things appears the
\nGodhead of All, his feet firmly planted on the great wings of Life,
\nomnipotent, lone master of Time, turned inward, unfathomable, with a
\npiercing irresistible gaze.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nAttracted
\nby the unfathomable regard
The unsolved slow cycles to their
\nfount returned
To rise again from that invisible sea. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nfrom his puissance born was now undone;
Nothing remained the
\ncosmic Mind conceives. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPulled by the
\nmysterious gaze of the Godhead, all the unfulfilled movements in the
\nuniverse return to this their origin to go forth again from their
\nwomb. All that had been born from his dynamic Power is now ended.
\nNothing remains of whatever was conceived by the cosmic Mind.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Imposition
\non the Void<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nEternity
\nprepared to fade and seemed
A hue and imposition on the Void,
\n
Space was the fluttering of a dream that sank
Before its
\nending into Nothing\u2019s deeps. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe very Eternal
\nseems to be fading away leaving behind but a touch of colour and a
\nforced impression on the Void; Space seems to be like the flicker of
\na dream before the sinking into the deep dreamless sleep of Nothing.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>The
\nUnknowable<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe
\nspirit that dies not and the Godhead\u2019s self
Seemed myths
\nprojected from the Unknowable;
From It all sprang, in It is
\ncalled to cease. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThe immortal spirit
\nand the self of the Godhead appear to be, after all, myths emanating
\nfrom some Unknowable which alone is; from it all comes to be\u2014or
\nappears to do so\u2014and into it all is withdrawn.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Last
\nExperience<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nBut
\nwhat That was, no thought or sight could tell. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nOnly
\na formless Form of self was left,
A tenuous ghost of something
\nthat had been,
The last experience of a lapsing wave
Before
\nit sinks into a bourneless sea,\u2014
As if it kept even on the
\nbrink of Nought
Its bare feeling of the ocean whence it came. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nNeither
\nvision nor thought can grasp this Unknowable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\nWhat is left now is
\nonly a vague, slender, outline of what existed before; it is an
\nexperience akin to the last movements of a wave about to drown into
\nthe bosom of the sea from which it came, retaining the bare memory of
\nits origin.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Vastness,
\nPeace<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nVastness brooded free from sense of Space,
An Everlastingness cut
\noff from Time;
A strange sublime unalterable Peace
Silent
\nrejected from it world and soul. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere is a musing
\nVastness free from the limiting sense of Space, an Eternity beyond
\nthe bounds of Time; there is a solid, profound, unchanging Peace from
\nwhich world and soul stand rejected as foreign.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>Stark
\nReality<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\nstark companionless Reality
Answered at last to his soul\u2019s
\npassionate search:
Passionless, wordless, absorbed in fathomless
\npeace,
Keeping the mystery none would ever pierce,
It brooded
\ninscrutable and intangible
Facing him with its dumb tremendous
\ncalm. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis is the final
\nanswer to Aswapathy’s intense seeking: facing him with its stupendous
\nCalm stands a sheer, sole Reality, mysterious, unmoved, silent,
\nself-absorbed, intangible, inscrutable.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>No
\nKinship with the Universe<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt
\nhad no kinship with the universe:
There was no act, no movement
\nin its Vast:
Life\u2019s question met by its silence died on her
\nlips,
The world\u2019s effort ceased convicted of ignorance
Finding
\nno sanction of supernal Light:
There was no mind there with its
\nneed to know,
There was no heart there with its need to love. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThis sole Reality
\ndoes not show any relationship with the universe. There is in it
\nneither action nor movement; it is static. The problem of life finds
\nno solution here and the whole world-effort stands condemned in a
\nmovement of Ignorance with no sanction from the Truth-Light. Here
\nthere is neither the mind with its urge for knowledge, nor the heart
\nwith its urge for love.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


\n
<\/FONT><\/FONT>One
\nand Unique<\/B><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nAll
\nperson perished in its namelessness. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nThere
\nwas no second, it had no partner or peer;
Only itself was real to
\nitself. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nA
\npure existence safe from thought and mood,
A consciousness of
\nunshared immortal bliss,
It dwelt aloof in its bare infinite,
\n
One and unique, unutterably sole. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nPersonality
\ndissolves here into the Impersonal. This Reality is one and alone
\nwith none other beside it. It is its own subject and object. It is a
\npure existence, unchanging; a consciousness of undivided, undecaying
\nbliss. It dwells aloof in its featureless infinity, peerless,
\nineffable, sole.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
\n


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


\nA
\nBeing formless, featureless and mute
That knew itself by its own
\ntimeless self,
Aware for ever in its motionless depths,
\n
Uncreating, uncreated and unborn,
The One by whom all live,
\nwho lives by none,
An immeasurable luminous secrecy
Guarded
\nby the veils of the Unmanifest,
Above the changing cosmic
\ninterlude
Abode supreme, immutably the same,
A silent Cause
\noccult, impenetrable,\u2014
Infinite, eternal, unthinkable, alone. <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT>
\n<\/P>
\n


\nIt is a formless,
\nfeatureless and silent Being, self-existent, self-aware, without
\nmovement. It is the One by whom all creation is made possible and by
\nwhom all live, but who lives by none. It is an unfathomable Mystery
\nbehind the veils of the Unmanifest, above the changing scenes of the
\nmanifestation. It is supreme, immutable, impenetrable, the sole
\nCause, the infinite, the eternal, the alone.<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/P>
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