The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.
Then something in the inscrutable darkness stirred;
A nameless movement, an unthought Idea
Insistent, dissatisfied, without an aim,
Something that wished but knew not how to be,
Teased the Inconscient to wake Ignorance.
A throe that came and left a quivering trace,
Gave room for an old tired want unfilled,
At peace in its subconscient moonless cave
To raise its head and look for absent light,
Straining closed eyes of vanished memory,
Source: Savitri (Canto One, The Symbol Dawn)
Like one who searches for a bygone self
And only meets the corpse of his desire.
It was as though even in this Nought’s profound,
Even in this ultimate dissolution’s core,
There lurked an unremembering entity,
Survivor of a slain and buried past
Condemned to resume the effort and the pang,
Reviving in another frustrate world.
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In the previous post, we find the Earth “spinning helplessly.” In spite of this supposedly purposeless and meaningless motion, resembling an aimless whirling of a woman with disheveled hair and mental torpor, a mindful though strenuous journey is in the offing. M.P. Pandit writes, “In this enigmatic darkness something stirs. It is some movement, an insistent urge which wants to be but does not know how, that awakes Ignorance in the Inconscient. There is a pang and a quiver; an old unfulfilled want, inert so far in the subconscience, raises its head searching for light with old memories. It looks as if there had survived in the depths of this Nought an entity from a buried past which is obliged to raise itself and resume its effort and struggle in another bleak round.” This description suggests creation is inevitable, and an unwilling, escapist, exhausted entity is compelled to undergo the toil. It conjured up images of an adamant, reluctant force, sinking itself down into oblivion, feeling a pull up to participate in creation.