Happy are men anchored on
fixed belief
In this uncertain and
ambiguous world,
Or who have planted in the
heart’s rich soil
One small grain of
spiritual certitude.
Happiest who stand on faith
as on a rock.
But I must pass leaving the
ended search,
Truth’s rounded outcome
firm, immutable
And this harmonic building
of world-fact,
This ordered knowledge of apparent
things.
Here I can stay not, for I
seek my soul.
(Savitri,
Book 7 Canto 3)
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