The Plurality That We Perceive Is Only

This Life Of Yours Which You Are Living Is Not Merely A Piece Of This Entire Existence, But In A Certain Sense The Whole; Only This Whole Is Not So Constituted That It Can Be Surveyed In One Single Glance. This, As We Know, Is What The Brahmins Express In That Sacred, Mystic Formula Which Is Yet Really So Simple And So Clear; Tat Tvam Asi, This Is You. Or, Again, In Such Words As "i Am In The East And The West, I Am Above And Below, I Am This Entire World."

Whence Came I, Whither Go I? Science Cannot Tell Us A Word About Why Music Delights Us, Of Why And How An Old Song Can Move Us To Tears. Science Is Reticent Too When It Is A Question Of The Great Unity – The One Of Parmenides – Of Which We All Somehow Form Part, To Which We Belong. The Most Popular Name For It In Our Time Is God – With A Capital ‘g’. Whence Come I And Whither Go I? That Is The Great Unfathomable Question, The Same For Every One Of Us. Science Has No Answer To It.

It Seems Plain And Self-evident, Yet It Needs To Be Said: The Isolated Knowledge Obtained By A Group Of Specialists In A Narrow Field Has In Itself No Value Whatsoever, But Only In Its Synthesis With All The Rest Of Knowledge And Only Inasmuch As It Really Contributes In This Synthesis Toward Answering The Demand, "who Are We?"

We Must Not Wait For Things To Come, Believing That They Are Decided By Irrescindable Destiny. If We Want It, We Must Do Something About It.

I Know Not Whence I Came, Nor Whither I Go, Nor Who I Am.