.Rhythm, light, illuminations, “fulls”, “empties”, blacks, whites, bodies, trunks, jambs, paunches, as many lives which animate and people from characters the pages of already too heavy thoughts of the human beings.
To find the Sense, to err to find the Sense, to walk, that can take a meaning, it is true.
To walk as those letters which run on the paper, tempting themselves to define, to circumscribe the quest of the Sense, to catch it, to embrace it, to hold it tightly on his heart, on his soul, as an infinite love which cannot be able not to continue, which cannot end, to keep it, it is so much there, so present, so loving, so alive, so almost corporeal, as an alive living of true Life, so really alive !… The space of a moment, the space of a nostalgia, of a numinous, almost already disappeared, the space of a much cherished essence of our soul, so much heavy of a Known yet already forgotten. — Ah… this light in the heart, what would not we do to finally make it of captive strength into the donjon of our secret desire of God; but then, there is the path of our un-accomplished, there is this way to go in the wide and vacant spaces of the Time, this giant filter, those marvellous ingredients to make from errance our imposed plate of nomad of laws of our Ignorance still.
Meanwhile in somewhere something has moved, I have discovered in the sign one aspect of the powerlessness of human beings, a secret of their unavowed solitude, I am maybe already less alone, but what can this still really well say ?

(1) errance: wandering
(2) PAVITRA, ‘The Pure’, name given to Philippe BARBIER Saint HILAIRE, polytechnician scientific and French disciple of Sri Aurobindo and of the Mother.
(3) Here SRI AUROBINDO