Thy Goal, The Road Thou Choosest Are

If India Is To Survive, She Must Be Made Young Again. Rushing And Billowing Streams Of Energy Must Be Poured Into Her; Her Soul Must Become, As It Was In The Old Times, Like The Surges, Vast, Puissant, Calm Or Turbulent At Will, An Ocean Of Action Or Of Force.

The Aggressive And Quite Illogical Idea Of A Single Religion For All Mankind, A Religion Universal By The Very Force Of Its Narrowness, One Set Of Dogmas, One Cult, One System Of Ceremonies, One Ecclesiastical Ordinance, One Array Of Prohibitions And Injunctions Which All Minds Must Accept On Peril Of Persecution By Men And Spiritual Rejection Or Eternal Punishment By God, That Grotesque Creation Of Human Unreason Which Has Been The Parent Of So Much Intolerance, Cruelty And Obscurantism And Aggressive Fanaticism, Has Never Been Able To Take Firm Hold Of The Indian Mentality.

A Thought Is An Arrow Shot At The Truth; It Can Hit A Point, But Not Cover The Whole Target. But The Archer Is Too Well Satisfied With His Success To Ask Anything Farther.

In The Normal Play Of Our Mind There Are All Sorts Of Perversions; Hence The Need To Stop All These Things And Inculcate Right Thinking, Right Willing - In Other Words, Truth Must Be Established.

No Danger Can Perturb My Spirit's Calm.