That Within Us Which Seeks To Know

The Ascent To The Divine Life Is The Human Journey, The Work Of Works, The Acceptable Sacrifice. This Alone Is Man's Real Business In The World And The Justification Of His Existence, Without Which He Would Only Be An Insect Crawling Among The Ephemeral Insects On A Speck Of Surface Mud And Water Which Has Managed To Form Itself Amid The Appalling Immensities Of The Physical Universe.

A Woman Has The Greatest Opportunity To Provide The Best Outcome For A Baby And Its Potentialities. Not Only By Having A Conscious And Definite Will To Form The Child Accordingly To The Highest Ideal She Can Conceive, But First And Foremost Having The Aspiration To Work On Herself.

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.

Inspiration Is A Slender River Of Brightness Leaping From A Vast And Eternal Knowledge, It Exceeds Reason More Perfectly Than Reason Exceeds The Knowledge Of The Senses.

In Order To Explain Why The Ordinary Sadhus And Yogis Take To Tobacco And Gānja [an Intoxicant], I Said That These Cause Stimulation Of The Physical Brain. But These Have Reactions. And To Stimulate The Brain Thus Is Not The Proper Process.