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Namah                                    Vol. 30, Issue 1, 24th April 2022





                                                 on the true power and go down into our own
                                                 hearts, as methodical, rigorous, and clearheaded
                                                 explorers (10).”

                                                 And what will we find there? That is for each
                                                 to see, to feel, to explore by the light of his
                                                 own being. But perhaps the journey is worth
                                                 it. And we may, if we are lucky, find that
                                                 we are more than we think, for our inner
                                                 worlds are as real as they are fantastical, as
                                                 unknown as they are dark and wonderful.
                                                 There are gods and demons, fairies and wild
                                                 beasts, hounds of darkness and sons of light
                                                 — worlds of infernal horror and empyrean
                                                 heights and all else in between beyond the
        So, where do we go? Where in this reality do   ebony gates of our dim earthly existence,
        we find our fantasy? “The age of adventures   where the lines between reality and fantasy
        is over (9)”, said the great adventurer. We   blur, if they ever existed at all:
        are prisoners of our progress, crushed under
        the weight of our so-called civilisation. Yet   “… imagination’s comet trail of dream,
        perhaps this tragedy, this eternal damnation   Took now a close shape of reality.
        of our souls to a search for wonder that   The gulf between dream-truth, earth-fact was
        constantly closes in around us, strangling our   crossed,
        hearts, is itself a fantasy, an unreality. For God   The wonder-worlds of life were dreams no
        could not be so cruel. Or so unimaginative.   more (11).”
        Perhaps he created much more than our eyes
        can see.                                 We are no longer buyers in “utility’s immense
                                                 bazaar”, enamoured of “logic’s infallible ...
        As one who loved truly said:             chain (12)”, purveyors of an objective reality.
                                                 We want not mythical images or glorious
        “Hypnotized as we are by the “inescapable”   performances, as desperate attempts neither
        scientific conditions of the present world, we   to recover our lost wonder, nor to delude
        have come to believe that our hope lies in an   ourselves with subjective fantasies, which
        ever greater proliferation of machines, which   are really nothing but momentary escapes
        will see better than we do, hear better than   from the decorated impotence of our lives.
        we do, calculate better than we do, heal better   We don’t believe, nor do we disbelieve: we
        than we do — and finally, perhaps, live better   want to see, to feel. We are seekers of another
        than we do. Indeed, we must first realize that   world, of “the Real towards which our strivings
        we can do better than our machines, and that   move, the secret grandiose meaning of our lives
        the enormous Mechanism that is suffocating   (13).”
        us is liable to collapse as quickly as it came
        into being, provided we are willing to seize   There is a collective dimension too — the

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