One Can See Light Above

The Language Of The Veda Itself Is Sruti, A Rhythm Not Composed By The Intellect But Heard, A Divine Word That Same Vibrating Out Of The Infinite To The Inner Audience Of The Man Who Had Previously Made Himself Fit Fot The Impersonal Knowledge.

There Is Nothing Small In God's Eyes; Let There Be Nothing Small In Thine

We Can Arrive At A Point Of View Where The Preservation Of The Individual Activities Is No Longer Inconsistent With Our Comprehension Of The Cosmic Consciousness Or Our Attainment To The Transcendent And Supracosmic.

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.

Life, The River Of The Spirit, Consenting To Anguish And Sorrow.