I remember walking down the streets late at
night in Denver where I lived, feeling the primordial being inherent even in inanimate
things in the streets, the houses, and the plants. I could feel the spirit or Purusha
enchained in matter, gradually striving emerge through the human being.
Consciousness was the basis of existence and had no boundaries. No
group, idea or organization could claim it. Yet the emergence of consciousness in the
human being and our body made of clay is slow, difficult and painful, though glorious in
its eventual triumphs.
I realized that it would be a long journey, particularly in such a
materialistic culture that was asleep to all higher aspirations.