Savitri: a Legend and a Symbol by Sri Aurobindo, Book I The Book of Beginnings, Canto 4 The Secret Knowledge pp. 52-55

0:02 But few can look beyond the present state or overleap this matted hedge of sense. All that transpires on Earth and all beyond are parts of an illimitable plan the one keeps in his heart and knows alone. Our outward happenings have their seed within, and even this random fate that imitates chance. This mass of unintelligible results are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen. The laws of the unknown create the known. The events that shape the appearance of our lives are a cipher of subliminal quiverings, which, rarely we surprise or vaguely feel, are an outcome of suppressed realities that hardly rise into material day. They are born from the spirit sun of hidden powers, digging a tunnel through emergency.

1:05 But who shall Pierce into the cryptic gulf and learn what deep necessity of the soul determined casual deed and consequence absorbed in a routine of daily acts, our eyes are fixed on an external scene. We hear the crash of the wheels of circumstance and wonder at the hidden cause of things. Yet a foreseeing knowledge might be ours if we could take our spirits stand within, if we could hear the muffled demon voice. Too seldom is the shadow of what must come cast in an instant on the secret sense which feels the shock of the invisible, and seldom in the few who answer give the mighty process of the cosmic will communicates its image to our sight, identifying the world's mind with ours.

2:03 Our range is fixed within the crowded arc of what we observe and touch and thought can guess, and rarely dawns the light of the unknown Waking in us the prophet and the seer. The outward and the immediate are our field. The dead past is our background and support. Mine keeps the soul prisoner. We are slaves to our acts. We cannot free our gaze to reach Wisdom's son, inheritor of the brief animal mind. Man, still a child in nature's mighty hands in the succession of the moments, lives to a changing present is his narrow right.

2:50 His memory stares back at a phantom past. The future flees before him. As he moves, he sees imagined garments, not a face. Armed with a limited, precarious strength, he saves his fruits of work from adverse chance. A struggling ignorance is his wisdom's mate. He waits to see the consequence of his acts. He waits to weigh the certitude of his thoughts. He knows not what he shall achieve, or when. He knows not whether at last he shall survive or end like the Mastodon and the sloth, and perish from the earth where he was king. He is ignorant of the meaning of his life. He is ignorant of his high and splendid fate. Only the immortals on their deathless heights, dwelling beyond the walls of time and space, masters of living free from the bonds of thought, who are overseers of fate and chance and will.

3:58 And experts of the theorem of world need can see the idea. The might that change time's course come maimed with the light from undiscovered worlds. Here, while the world toils on with its deep blind heart. The galloping hooves of the unforeseen event, bearing the superhuman rider near and impassive to earth's din and startled cry, return to the silence of the hills of God. As lightning leaps, as Thunder sweeps, they pass and leave their mark on the trampled breast of life above the world. The world creators stand in the phenomenon. See its Mystic source.

4:48 These heed not the deceiving outward play. They turn not to the moment's busy tramp, but Lizen with the still patience of the unborn, for the slow footsteps of far destiny, approaching through huge distances of time, unmarked by the eye that sees effect and cause unheard mid the clamour of the human plane. Attentive to an unseen truth, they seize as sound as of invisible auger wings, voices of an unplumbed significance, mutterings that brewed in the core of matter's sleep. In the heart's profound audition they can catch the murmurs lost by life's uncaring ear.

5:35 A prophet's speech in thoughts, omniscient trance above the illusion of the hopes that pass behind the appearance and the overt act behind this clockwork chance and vague surmise amid the wrestle of force, the trampling feet across the cries of anguish and of joy across the triumph, fighting and despair. They watched the bliss for which earth's heart has cried on the long road which cannot see its end winding undetected through the skeptic days, and to meet it guide the unheedful moving world. Thus will the mass transcendent mount his throne When darkness deepens.

6:26 Strangling the earth's breast. And man's corporeal mind is the only lamp. As a thief's in the night shall be the covert tread of one who steps unseen into his house. A voice I'll heard shall speak the soul obey a power into mind's inner chamber steel a charm and sweetness open life's closed doors, and beauty conquer the resisting world. The truth. Light captured nature by surprise. A stealth of God compel the heart to bliss and earth grow unexpectedly. Divine In matter shall be lit. The spirits glow in body and body kindled. The sacred birth night shall awake to the anthem of the stars.

7:15 The days become a happy Pilgrim March. Our will a force of the eternal's power and thought the rays of a spiritual sun. A few shall see what nun yet understands. God shall grow up while the wise men talk and sleep, For man shall not know the coming till its hour, and belief shall be not till the work is done.