Or we may find when all the rest has failed Hid in ourselves the key of perfect change.
Sri Aurobindo¹
The secrets are simple.
Because the Truth is simple, it is the simplest thing in the world, which is why we do not see it. There is only one Thing in the world, not two, as it has begun to dawn on our physicists and mathematicians, and as the child well knows, smiling at the wave on a wide beach where the same foam seems to roll from the womb of time and rejoin a great rhythm that rises from an old memory in which days and pains blend into one story, a story so ancient that it is like an unalterable presence, so boundless that it hangs even its immensity on a seagull's wing. And everything is contained in one second, all ages and all souls, in one simple point shining for a moment upon the wild foam. But we have lost that point, and that smile, and that singing second. So we have tried to rebuild that Oneness by adding up 1+1+1, like our computers, as if the sum total of all possible knowledge on all possible points could give us the right note in the end, the only note that makes the worlds sing and move, or also the heart of a forgotten child. We have tried to manufac-ture that Simplicity for every purse, and the faster our so-phisticated buttons have proliferated, making life easier, the further away the bird flew, and the smile. Even the beautiful foam is polluted by our calculations. We do not
Sri Aurobindo, Savitri, 28:256. [The first number in the references is the volume number in the Centenary edition, 1972.]
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