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The past, present and future of mankind according to Sri Aurobindo

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posted on Aug, 3 2011 @ 05:58 PM
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During my childhood, I've been conditioned to think that there was nothing above the intellect. THAT is the pinnacle of mankind, were they saying but what I later experienced told me otherwise so I began the quest of who I really am and found the writings of Sri Aurobindo. This Rishi was born in Calcutta (India) on August 15, 1872.

One of his book is called "Savitri - A Legend and a Symbol". Of all the books I've read during my entire life, it is the most astounding one and this yet unsurpassed masterpiece will probably remain unequaled in many thousand years.

Savitri is the story of mankind, the vision of its past, present and future. If spirituality is something that interest you, I strongly suggest you to read this work of a lifetime.

Savitri - A Legend and a Symbol (PDF)

Here's an excerpt:


It was the hour before the Gods awake. 
Across the path of the divine Event 
The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone 
In her unlit temple of eternity, 
Lay stretched immobile upon Silence' marge. 
Almost one felt, opaque, impenetrable, 
In the sombre symbol of her eyeless muse 
The abysm of the unbodied Infinite; 
A fathomless zero occupied the world. 
A power of fallen boundless self awake 
Between the first and the last Nothingness, 
Recalling the tenebrous womb from which it came, 
Turned from the insoluble mystery of birth 
And the tardy process of mortality 
And longed to reach its end in vacant Nought. 
As in a dark beginning of all things, 
A mute featureless semblance of the Unknown 
Repeating for ever the unconscious act, 
Prolonging for ever the unseeing will, 
Cradled the cosmic drowse of ignorant Force 
Whose moved creative slumber kindles the suns 
And carries our lives in its somnambulist whirl. 
Athwart the vain enormous trance of Space, 
Its formless stupor without mind or life, 
A shadow spinning through a soulless Void, 
Thrown back once more into unthinking dreams, 
Earth wheeled abandoned in the hollow gulfs 
Forgetful of her spirit and her fate. 
The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still. 
Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred; 
A nameless movement, an unthought Idea 
Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim, 
Something that wished but knew not how to be, 
Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance. 
A throe that came and left a quivering trace, 
Gave room for an old tired want unfilled, 
At peace in its subconscient moonless cave 
To raise its head and look for absent light, 
Straining closed eyes of vanished memory, 
Like one who searches for a bygone self 
And only meets the corpse of his desire. 
It was as though even in this Nought's profound, 
Even in this ultimate dissolution's core, 
There lurked an unremembering entity, 
Survivor of a slain and buried past 
Condemned to resume the effort and the pang, 
Reviving in another frustrate world...

edit on 3-8-2011 by D1ss1dent because: (no reason given)




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