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The Gita Is The Greatest Gospel Of Spiritual Works Ever Yet Given To The Race.

Our Actual Enemy Is Not Any Force Exterior To Ourselves, But Our Own Crying Weaknesses, Our Cowardice, Our Selfishness, Our Hypocrisy, Our Purblind Sentimentalism.

To Play With Baubles Is Our Ambition, Not To Deal With Grave Questions In A Spirit Of Serious Energy. But While We Are Playing With Baubles, With Our Legislative Councils, Our Simultaneous Examinations, Our Ingenious Schemes For Separating The Judicial From The Executive Functions, - While We, I Say, Are Finessing About Trifles, The Waters Of The Great Deep Are Being Stirred And That Surging Chaos Of The Primitive Man Over Which Our Civilised Societies Are Superimposed On A Thin Crust Of Convention, Is Being Strangely And Ominously Agitated.

There Is A Veil Between The Supermind Above And The Lower Prakriti Below - The Veil Of Ingrained Formations. This Veil May Completely Withdraw Or Be Partially Withdrawn. Thus Even If There Is Some Little Opening, With The Contact Of Light From Above The Lower Nature Will Get Slowly Changed.

The Hindu Religion Appears ... As A Cathedral Temple, Half In Ruins, Noble In The Mass, Often Fantastic In Detail But Always Fantastic With A Significance Crumbling Or Badly Outworn In Places, But A Cathedral Temple In Which Service Is Still Done To The Unseen And Its Real Presence Can Be Felt By Those Who Enter With The Right Spirit.