In the letter to me, he challenges God to give him peace, force and faith in this life. Only then will he admit its মূল্য3, otherwise no good.Sri Aurobindo
Letters of Sri Aurobindo
Volume 2. 1938
Letter ID: 2182
Sri Aurobindo — Nirodbaran Talukdar
September 6, 1938
“The magic breath of God’s omnipotent Grace Comes blowing from his soul’s fathomless deep.”
It sounds as if God had lost his breath and was panting in a vast distress!
Also soul’s / fathomless does not make a good rhythm.
The first six lines are very perfect and beautiful, but after that histories begin1. I think the histories might be replaced by geography or anything else and God must really stop blowing and panting.
“Now grows a universe of beauty, crowned
With diamond fruits of everlasting ecstasy.” O.K.?
No; rhythm awkward. I think I should object to a crown of fruits (apples? oranges? jack-fruit?).
Govinda, the Bangalore scientist [19.8.38] writes that he has written to the Mother, but no reply! Asks me to enquire. What is the mystery, please? Usual timelessness or uselessness?
What mystery? Do you imagine I am conducting a voluminous correspondence with people outside? Put that pathetic mistake out of your head. It would have been a marvel and a mystery and a new history begun in the invisible (upstairs) spheres of the Infinite2 if I had answered him! I don’t even remember what he wrote.
In the letter to me, he challenges God to give him peace, force and faith in this life. Only then will he admit its মূল্য3, otherwise no good.
But what মূল্য is he prepared to pay for these fine things? Does he imagine that it is God’s business to deliver these goods on order? Queer kind of business basis for the action of the Divine!
He seems to think that we are striving for মোক্ষ4 or some bliss in the next life! But he does not desire that.
[Sri Aurobindo underlined “next life”.]
Why don’t you disabuse him of the idea and assure him that we don’t care a damn for मोक्ष5 and less than a damn for the next life?
He wants peace, Force and nothing more; but in this life. Well, can the Divine give them?
Even if he can, why the deuce should he?
1 Two lines of my poem that day were:
“Each moment new histories are begun
In the invisible spheres of the Infinite.”
2 Two lines of my poem that day were:
“Each moment new histories are begun
In the invisible spheres of the Infinite.”
3 mūlya: value, price.
4 mokṣa: liberation.
5 mokṣa: liberation.