Sometimes when you are browsing through the photo folder on your computer, you come across some old photograph which takes you on a little meditation of sorts. Bringing you to an insight, an understanding or a realization perhaps, but more like a remembrance of something. Something you had read long time ago. Something you thought you had understood. Sort of. But something that means so much more now. Something that has now revealed a newer meaning.
Has it happened to you?
It happened to me that afternoon, not so long ago.
This is the photograph. Of the ruins of an old temple. In the sleepy little town of Tharanagmbadi, Tamil Nadu.
As I sat staring at this photograph for a few minutes, one part of my mind started doing what it always does – question.
How was this old temple destroyed? Who destroyed it? Was it only an act of time or nature or mere neglect? Or something else? Perhaps a destruction of a way of life in the name of Holy War? What happened to the gods and goddesses of this temple? Who took them? Where are they now?
But thankfully, this part was soon silenced by the serenity of the ruins. In their silence and solidity these ruins made me think of all those who might have once upon a time offered their worship and prayers there. Of all those Stone Worshipers, as some religious fanatics in their ideological blindness of ‘my God is the only True God’ might have called them.
And then I remembered this…
You can’t explain even a stone in spite of your science. Everything is not material but mystical at bottom.
(Sri Aurobindo, Evening Talks, recorded by A. B. Purani)
It all became silent. For a few moments at least. It felt as if right then was revealed to me not only the mystery and the mystique of the ruins, but also of worshiping a stone.
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Linking with ABC Wednesday, M: M is for mystery, mystique, meditation.