His pupil then caught a glimpse himself of
the grotesqueness of wishing to endure for millions of centuries, which
time even then was nothing in comparison with eternity.
XX.
But in spite of it all, it was a hard saying, that in the pantheistic
view of life the absorption of the individual into the great whole took
the place of the continued personal existence which was desired by the
_ego_. But what frightened me even more was that the divine All was
not to be moved or diverted by prayer. But pray I had to. From my
earliest childhood I had been accustomed, in anxiety or necessity, to
turn my thoughts towards a Higher Power, first forming my needs and
wishes into words, and then later, without words, concentrating myself
in worship. It was a need inherited from many hundreds of generations of
forefathers, this need of invoking help and comfort. Nomads of the
plains, Bedouins of the desert, ironclad warriors, pious priests, roving
sailors, travelling merchants, the citizen of the town and the peasant
in the country, all had prayed for centuries, and from the very dawn of
time; the women, the hundreds and hundreds of women from whom I was
descended, had centred all their being in prayer. It was terrible, never
to be able to pray again.... Never to be able to fold one's hands, never
to raise one's eyes above, but to live, shut in overhead, alone in the
universe!
If there were no eye in Heaven that watched over the individual, no ear
that understood his plaint, no hand that protected him in danger, then
he was placed, as it were, on a desolate steppe where the wolves were
howling.
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