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What we are left with are Harman’s best friends: Levinas, Zubiri, Ortega y Gasset and Whitehead who encircle the now born-again realist of Heidegger.
In this book, Harman alludes to truth being more like a key to a lock than adequatio or the revealing/concealing play of alethia. The mind numbing drudgery of thousands of pages of Heidegger’s gesamtausgabe are unlocked from their semi-mystical confusion (as Harman points out, Heidegger does get confused by his own discovery) and brought into a profoundly simple freshness and engaging clarity.
As a confessed Heideggerian now for more than two years, I’m constantly stuck by the tiniest of details that can reorient myself towards his work in quite bizarre and absurd ways. Last year I was decrying the absent gods and celebrating the call for their return, vouching to set on a course for the poetic reawakening of beings towards being, leading the charge against the technological dragon that stalks our essence, causing us to flee from being by cutting us off from the its own questioning. I even…
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We find it useful to republish here this article by Carel from the October 2003 issue of Auroville Today (bold emphasis added).
A photo of a stone-slab painting of Sri Aurobindo published on the front page of our August issue brought a number of objections from foreign subscribers, varying from publishing religious kitsch to harming the work of the AVI Centres.
It was a surprise. None of the Auroville Today editors had raised any objections to the proposed publication of the photo of Emanuele’s rock-slab painting, which was judged as ‘beautiful, a bit like an early Renaissance miniature.’ The notion that it might be considered a religious picture didn’t occur. Have we, the editors, become Indianised? For none of our Indian readers raised a concern and perhaps not even an eyebrow as living with images of gods and goddesses or of swamis and yogis is such a daily occurrence. In…
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Today we are publishing a rare interview of Sri Aurobindo which he gave to a correspondent of the Empire, a Calcutta-based daily journal, on 15 August 1908. The interview took place in the Alipore Magistrate’s Court on the date of Sri Aurobindo’s thirty-sixth birthday. The spellings have been kept intact. This interview has been quoted from our publication, ‘Sri Aurobindo: His Political Life and Activities’.
With warm regards,
Ever since the commencement of the trial until Saturday Arabindo [Sri Aurobindo] has preserved a stolid lethargic demeanour.
From the first day’s hearing to the thirty-sixth, he has occupied one bench, his eyes immovably fixed on the floor, totally indifferent to the unfolding issues of the case.
The Arabindo of Saturday was, however, quite another being. His personality, hitherto grave and prepossessed, had been metamorphosised into one of sprightliness and sunniness. The…
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That means that you insist on going on your own bypath and yet demand of me that I shall bring you to my goal. All difficulties can be conquered, but only on condition of fidelity to the Way that you have taken. There is no obligation on anyone to take it, – it is a difficult and trying one, a way for heroes, not for weaklings, – but once taken, it must be followed, or you will not arrive.
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M R Venkatesh writing in the Deccan Herald
Pondicherry, April 21 2012
Blasphemy tag strains Aurobindo Ashram
“When you pick a rose, there are a few thorns,” sighs a soft-spoken, self-effacing resident at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram here, as an aesthetically done pathway leads you to a rectangular courtyard where the bodies of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother have been laid to rest.
The scorched sensation that the summer sun brings and sharp twitters of birds does not diminish one bit the profound solemnity that etherises the “Samadhi” of the late patriot and philosopher encased by white-marble. Lyrical floral patterns adorn its top, even as devotees dip into a brass cup of sacred water at the other end.
There lies the mother’s mortal remains, too. She was born Mirra Alfassa in Paris, before she first met Aurobindo in Pondicherry in 1914 and subsequently became his ardent disciple, virtually taking charge…
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On the one hand, there is what Sri Aurobindo—who, as the Avatar, represented the supreme Consciousness and Will on earth—declared me to be, that is, the supreme universal Mother; and on the other hand, there is what I am realizing in my body through the integral sadhana. I could be the supreme Mother and not do any sadhana, and as a matter of fact, as long as Sri Aurobindo was in his body, it was he who did the sadhana, and I received the effects. These effects were automatically established in the outer being, but he was the one doing it, not I—I was merely the bridge between his sadhana and the world. Only when he left his body was I forced to take up the sadhana myself; not only did I have to do what I was doing before—being a bridge between his sadhana and the world—but I had…
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