This mortal life shall house Eternity’s bliss,
The body’s self taste immortality.
Then shall the world–redeemer’s task be done.
Sri Aurobindo
This strutting “I” of human self and pride
Is a puppet built by Nature for her use,
And dances as her strong compulsions bid,
Forcefully feeble, brilliantly obtuse.
Sri Aurobindo
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