It Will Not Do To

All That Is Born And Destroyed Is Reborn In The Sweep Of The Ages; Life Like A Decimal Ever Recurring Repeats The Old Figure.

If India Is To Survive, She Must Be Made Young Again. Rushing And Billowing Streams Of Energy Must Be Poured Into Her; Her Soul Must Become, As It Was In The Old Times, Like The Surges, Vast, Puissant, Calm Or Turbulent At Will, An Ocean Of Action Or Of Force.

A Hidden Bliss Is At The Root Of Things. A Mute Delight Regards Time's Countless Works: To House God's Joy In Things Space Gave Wide Room, To House God's Joy In Self Our Souls Were Born.

To Be Free From All Egoistic Motive, Careful Of Truth In Speech And Action, Void Of Self-will And Self-assertion, Watchful In All Things, Is The Condition For Being A Flawless Servant.

Spirituality Is Indeed The Master-key Of The Indian Mind; The Sense Of The Infinitive Is Native To It.