Itinerary

The agitation became so tense that it seemed indispensable to come to a definite choice and keep to it. But how to make that choice all together? Was it even possible? Yet, time was pressing and we had to move forward. Two models were displayed for the community: too fast, using too many short-cuts and too much hubris, shamelessly drawing from the most alluring symbols, there was one model in white faceted marble and another with golden discs recalibrated and rearranged so as to fit the rows of triangles. The moon and the sun; the spiritual light and the supramental glory; the past and the future...: the obstinacy of the binary mind had its hold still. From an inner poise, none of the models being presented elicited an adhesion of the whole being; one, by its discreet elegance, retained a kind of openness to further evolution, nuanced and diverse, but it lacked a conquering force; the other, by its flaming splendour, its seductive narrative, invited a kind of dominating enthusiasm, but lacked the calm probity natural to the soul. Gross arguments, harangues and pressures, it was a loud mobilisation, and rather undignified. And the method of voting by raising hands was brutally introduced.

Obviously, the sun won the contest.

And we, the team of the Matrimandir workers, received our mandate.

A first step in the execution of this mandate soon was worked out: the fabrication on site of triangular ferrocement panels, each pierced with an opening the size of a porthole in its middle, which would lifted and affixed one by one onto the structure. This would be another enormous labour, during which we would also have to urgently identify and define the methods and

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