Man In The World's Life Works Out

To Hope For A True Change Of Human Life Without A Change Of Human Nature Is An Irrational And Unspiritual Proposition.

I Swore That I Would Not Suffer From The World's Grief And The World's Stupidity And Cruelty And Injustice And I Made My Heart As Hard In Endurance As The Nether Millstone And My Mind As A Polished Surface Of Steel. I No Longer Suffered, But Enjoyment Had Passed Away From Me.

India Of The Ages Is Not Dead Nor Has She Spoken Her Last Creative Word; She Lives And Has Still Something To Do For Herself And The Human Peoples. And That Which Must Seek Now To Awake Is Not An Anglicised Oriental People, Docile Pupil Of The West And Doomed To Repeat The Cycle Of The Occident's Success And Failure, But Still The Ancient Immemorable Shakti Recovering Her Deepest Self, Lifting Her Head Higher Towards The Supreme Source Of Light And Strength And Turning To Discover The Complete Meaning And A Vaster Form Of Her Dharma.

Life Was A Sorrowful Throb Of This Matter Teaching It Anguish, Teaching It Hope And Desire Trod Out Too Soon In The Mire, Life The Frail Joy That Regrets Its Briefness, Life The Long Sorrow.

Man Is A Transitional Being, He Is Not Final; For In Him And High Beyond Him Ascend The Radiant Degrees Which Climb To A Divine Supermanhood. The Step From Man Towards Superman Is The Next Approaching Achievement In The Earth's Evolution. There Lies Our Destiny And The Liberating Key To Our Aspiring, But Troubled And Limited Human Existence — Inevitable Because It Is At Once The Intention Of The Inner Spirit And The Logic Of Nature's Process.