Whatever the beautiful discourses if they are not the bearers of the True-Sense which conferred them the ‘TOUT-VIVANT’(1), and the Mother of all the Worlds ?
Exhausted, exhausted, thousand times exhausted, my soul is sick and painful, my nights do not find anymore the way of sleep, the stars and the suns have died away of my memory of human being in quest, and the earth has filled from its taste the caves of my heart. Exhausted, I am again alone !
A silence fulfils the fathomless hole of the dream.
– My brother, you certainly make a mistake, I myself know that this City whose you talk about is not the ‘Cité de l’Aurore’, you were not ready to encounter it yet, your heart, your soul were still the prey of fantasies of your imagination and I can feel in your words an orgueil and a vanity tinted with contempt and disdain which surprise me coming from a human being who seemed yet to be a brother.
– Let’s spend some more times in your solitude and think well in the depths of the being, you will find there very certainly this slender seed buried at the most profound of the unfathomable of your being, it cannot be different, my heart knows that, in this city, the beings are beautiful, sincere, and venerate the Mother of the Worlds, this marvellous Consciousness permeated by the worlds and the ‘TOUT-VIVANT’(1), The One who has materialized it from His alive and devoted body. Go, in fact you have darkened my heart and my soul, I feel yet for you a true compassion and shall pray so that you will recognize your such sharp errors of judgment.
– Brother of the ways, I love you in somewhere, whatever your destiny and your choices. I salute you.

(1) literally The ‘ALL-LIVING’, here SRI AUROBINDO