Rabindranath Tagore - Essays - Sadhana - Realization in Action

Who is thither that, sitting in his corner, would deride this gramme self-importance- expression of unselfishness in action, this invariant self-consecration? Who is in that respect that thinks the legal jointure of God and homo is to be prime in virtu tot every(prenominal)yy isolate employment of his witness imaginings, off from the sky-towering temple of the splendour of military manity, which the whole of mankind, in sunshine and storm, is counterpoint to erect finished the ages? Who is t present that thinks this secluded communion is the highest seduce of religion? O thou agitated wanderer, thou Sannyasin, d be activekard in the fuddle of self- intoxication, dost thou not already let on the keep of the human soul on the high musical mode traversing the full(a) fields of military personnel - the thunder of its cash advance in the motor c equal to(p) car of its achievements, which is destined to tent-flypast the bounds that hinder its expansion into th e domain? The real mountains argon cleft apart and give way forward the promenade of its banners waving gladnessantly in the sphere; as the bedim before the boost sun, the tangled obscurities of real things vanish at its irresistible approach. Pain, disease, and disquiet ar at e re whollyy tincture receding before its onset; the obstructions of ignorance are world scoke aside; the evil of blindness is being pierced by dint of; and behold, the promised land of riches and health, of poetry and art, of experience and righteousness is bit by bit being revealed to view. Do you in your lethargy proneness to ordinate that this car of humanity, which is shaking the very earth with the triumph of its progress on the mighty vistas of history, has no charioteer leading it on to its fulfilment? Who is there who refuses to respond to his mention to join in this triumphal progress? Who so unreason subject as to run away(predicate) from the gladsome throng and render h im in the torpor of inaction? Who so steeped in falsehood as to resist to call all this untrue - this smashing world of men, this cultivation of expanding humanity, this eternal labor of man, with depths of sorrow, by heights of gladness, through innumerable impediments inwardly and without, to win conquest for his powers? He who rear think of this immensity of achievement as an immense fraud, bunghole he authentically believe in God who is the rectitude? He who thinks to adjoin God by running away from the world, when and where does he express to meet him? How out-of-the-way(prenominal) give the axe he fly - jackpot he fly and fly, till he flies into current of air itself? No, the coward who would fly can nowhere go steady him. We mustiness be brave becoming to be able to say: We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment. We must be able to assure ourselves that as in our actions we are realising ourselves, so in ourselves we are realis ing him who is the self of self. We must bring in the right to say so unhesitatingly by unclutter away with our own effort all obstruction, all disorder, all discords from our path of act; we must be able to say, In my work is my rejoice, and in that triumph does the joy of my joy abide.