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381 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1968
And our faith is not foolish; it is not a credulous stupidity but a
foreknowledge, something within us that knows before we do, sees before we do, and which sends its vision and knowledge to the surface
in the form of a yearning, a seeking, an inexplicable faith. Faith, says
Sri Aurobindo, is an intuition not only waiting for experience to
justify it, but leading towards experience.
Our feeling of sadness – any sadness – at a friend's betrayal,
for example, is the sure sign of our ego's involvement, for if we truly
loved people for themselves, and not for ourselves, we would love
them in any circumstances, even as adversaries; we would feel the joy
of their existence in all cases.
we start speaking of "soul,"
which means we've lost it.
I looked at the jail that secluded me from
men and it was no longer by its high walls that I was imprisoned; no,
it was Vasudeva who surrounded me.
The reason of man struggling with life becomes
either an empiric or a doctrinaires. It seizes upon a bit of truth, one
drop of divine illumination, and makes it a universal law; it constantly
confuses unity with uniformity.
We think we are separate, each
in our own little sack of skin, with an "inside" and an "outside," an
individual and a collective, like the tiny borders around our countries
– but, in reality, everything perfectly interconnects! There is not a
single perversion, not a single disease in the world that is not also
rooted in ourselves, not a death in which we are not an accomplice.