… These are all our Gods-men and animals, and the first Gods we have to worship are our own countrymen. What vain Gods shall we go after and yet cannot worship the God that we see all round us, the Viràñ ?… The first of all worship is the worship of the Viràñ-of those all around us. This is the only God that is awake, our own race-everywhere His hands, everywhere His feet, everywhere His ears, He covers everything. ‘For the next fifty years… let all other vain Gods disappear for that time from our minds. He was a general, explaining his Plan of Campaign, and calling his people to rise en masse : ‘My India, arise !’… He replied to the frenzied expectancy of the people by his Message to India, a conch sounding the resurrection of the land of Ràma, of øiva, of Kçùõa, and calling the heroic Spirit, the immortal àtman, to march to war. Madras had been expecting him for weeks in a kind of passionate delirium…. Moving as were his lectures at Colombo, and the preaching to the people of Rameswaram-it was for Madras that he reserved his greatest efforts. From his ashes, like those of the Phoenix of old, has sprung anew the conscience of India-the magic bird-faith in her unity and in the Great Message, brooded over from Vedic times by the dreaming spirit of his ancient race-the message for which it must render account to the rest of mankind. …īut the flame of that pyre is still alight today. He was less than forty years of age when the athlete lay stretched upon the pyre. It was as if his chosen God had imprinted His name upon his forehead.

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