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Sri Aurobindo

Very certainly, a story of fraternity.

That 5th of March 2003, The question has been asked to me.
In 3 to 4 weeks, I am going to leave the Âshram again or more precisely the Samâdhi. In fact, it is always the same question, the same refrain of all the movements of this life: At which state are we? Or more simply to take the most meaningful shortcuts of the simplification: Where are we? The place of exteriority and interiority are then melted, we have the choice of the variance of the surface moves and of the more secret soul states of our being.

We* (*1. see page 32) would prefer to be impersonal, if one would have that possibility or being in the state of having it, wouldn’t it be? We shall then use as rhetoric figures the possibilities offered by objectivity and subjectivity for trying to explain what is still to us so inexplicable in somewhere as far as we still do not have experienced it fully. The consciousness works the different reality layers of our being, we have this long way to go and we have this porosity to assume, we could relate ourselves to this sandglass of time witch empties and fills itself but which meanwhile stays in somewhere and is always the same, from which nothing has been taken nor added.

We are French, born at La Rochelle, right at the sea, from a Charente father and a Breton mother, this can also reveal in a more subtle way this singularity of being strongly attracted to the sea*(*knowing all the references that this word (cf. la mer) and this consonance can evoke symbolically and secretly in French), this port (as well as La Rochelle) from where boats were leaving to reach “les comptoirs des Indes”; Lorient, this city completely destroyed during the second world war and then entirely rebuild and repainted in those white, pearl grey, blue-grey colours like the Âshram or like the Âshram with the colours of LORIENT?