I am the destroyer
Create I cannot but I am the destroyer
Of the things of the spirit, true and smiling;
My roar and laughter with all their starkness
Smite the will in sureness of the evolving time;
Fugacious and fleeting are desires of vain life
Born in rocky somnambulist stuff of the seed;
Who can challenge my fierce law, and my decree,
When missioned I am by the compelling night herself?
3 December 2024
Death missioned to the night his lethal call. ||137.29||
“This is my silent dark immensity…
Entombing the vanity of life’s desires. ||137.30||
Hast thou beheld thy source, O transient heart,
And known from what the dream thou art was made?” ||137.31||
[Savitri Book Nine Canto Two]
Death mis|+sioned to| the night his le|+thal call.|
“This is| my si|+lent dark| im+men|+si+ty,|
En+tomb|+ing the van|+i+ty| of life’s| de+sires.|
Hast thou| be+held| thy source,| O tran|+si+ent heart,|
And known| from what| the dream| thou art| was made?|”

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