Search Our Nature With Spiritual Fire Golden Bridge

Savitri: Book 2 Canto 10 Section 1



This was the first means of our slow ascent

From the half-conscience of the animal soul

Living in a crowded press of shape-events

In a realm it cannot understand nor change;

Only it sees and acts in a given scene

And feels and joys and sorrows for a while.

The ideas that drive the obscure embodied spirit

Along the roads of suffering and desire

In a world that struggles to discover Truth,

Found here their power to be and Nature-force.

Here are devised the forms of an ignorant life

That sees the empiric fact as settled law,

Labours for the hour and not for eternity

And trades its gains to meet the moment’s call:

The slow process of a material mind

Which serves the body it should rule and use

And needs to lean upon an erring sense,

Was born in that luminous obscurity.

Advancing tardily from a limping start,

Crutching hypothesis on argument,

Throning its theories as certitudes,

It reasons from the half-known to the unknown,

Ever constructing its frail house of thought,

Ever undoing the web that it has spun.

A twilight sage whose shadow seems to him self,

Moving from minute to brief minute lives;

A king dependent on his satellites

Signs the decrees of ignorant ministers,

A judge in half-possession of his proofs,

A voice clamant of uncertainty’s postulates,

An architect of knowledge, not its source.

This powerful bondslave of his instruments

Thinks his low station Nature’s highest top,

Oblivious of his share in all things made

And haughtily humble in his own conceit

Believes himself a spawn of Matter’s mud

And takes his own creations for his cause.

To eternal light and knowledge meant to rise,

Up from man’s bare beginning is our climb;

Out of earth’s heavy smallness we must break,

We must search our nature with spiritual fire:

An insect crawl preludes our glorious flight;

Our human state cradles the future god,

Our mortal frailty an immortal force.