Sri Aurobindo [1872-1950]wrote hundreds of thousands of words of verse and prose. As I go through all his works for my next book, I found these lines today.

‘ I look across the world and no horizon walls my gaze;

I see Paris and Tokyo and New York,

I see the bombs bursting on Barcelona and on Canton streets.

Man’s numberless misdeeds and rare good deeds take place within my single self.

I am the beast he slays, the bird he feeds and saves.

The thought of unknown minds exalt me with their thrill,

I carry the sorrow of millions in my lonely breast.’