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between the inner and outer movement, and this lack of balance, this incapacity of the
outer forms to follow the movement of the inner progress brings about the necessity of
decomposition and the change of forms. But if, into this matter, one could infuse enough
consciousness to obtain the same rhythm, if matter could become plastic enough to follow
the inner progression, this rupture of balance would not occur, and death would no longer
be necessary.

So, according to what Sri Aurobindo tells us, Nature has found this rather radical means to
awaken in the material consciousness the necessary aspiration and plasticity.

It is obvious that the most dominant characteristic of matter is inertia, and that, if there
were not this violence, perhaps the individual consciousness would be so inert that rather
than change it would accept to live in a perpetual imperfection.... That is possible. Anyway,
this is how things are made, and for us who know a little more, there is only one thing that
remains to be done, it is to change all this, as far as we have the means, by calling the Force,
the Consciousness, the new Power which is capable of infusing into material substance the
vibration which can transform it, make it plastic, supple, progressive.

Obviously the greatest obstacle is the attachment to things as they are; but even Nature
as a whole finds that those who have the deeper knowledge want to go too fast: she likes
her meanderings, she likes her successive attempts, her failures, her fresh beginnings, her
new inventions; she likes the fantasy of the path, the unexpectedness of the experience; one
could almost say that for her the longer it takes, the more enjoyable it is.

But even of the best games one tires. There comes a time when one needs to change them
and one could dream of a game in which it would no longer be necessary to destroy in
order to progress, where the zeal for progress would be enough to find new means, new
expressions, where the elan would be ardent enough to overcome inertia, lassitude, lack of
understanding, fatigue, indifference.

Why does this body, as soon as some progress has been made, feel the need to sit down?
It is tired. It says, “Oh! you must wait. I must be given time to rest.” This is what leads it to
death. If it felt within itself that ardour to do always better, become more transparent,
more beautiful, more luminous, eternally young, one could escape from this macabre joke
of Nature.

For her this is of no importance. She sees the whole, she sees the totality; she sees that
nothing is lost, that it is only recombining quantities, numberless minute elements, without
any importance, which are put back into a pot and mixed well — and something new
comes out of it. But that game is not amusing for everybody. And if in one’s consciousness
one could be as vast as she, more powerful than she, why shouldn’t one do the same thing
in a better way?

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