In
speaking of the sages of India, my mind goes back to those periods of
which history has no record, and tradition tries in vain to bring the
secrets out of the gloom of the past. The sages of India have been almost
innumerable, for what has the Hindu nation been doing for thousands of
years except producing sages? I will take, therefore, the lives of a few
of the most brilliant ones, the epoch-makers, and present them before you,
that is to say, my study of them.
In the first place,
we have to understand a little about our scriptures. Two ideals of truth
are in our scriptures; the one is, what we call the eternal, and the other
is not so authoritative, yet binding under particular circumstances,
times, and places. The eternal relations which deal with the nature of the
soul, and of God, and the relations between souls and God are embodied in
what we call the Shrutis, the Vedas. The next set of truths is what we
call the Smritis, as embodied in the words of Manu. Yâjnavalkya, and
other writers and also in the Purânas, down to the Tantras. The second
class of books and teachings is subordinate to the Shrutis, inasmuch as
whenever any one of these contradicts anything in the Shrutis, the Shrutis
must prevail. This is the law. The idea is that the framework of the
destiny and goal of man has been all delineated in the Vedas, the details
have been left to be worked out in the Smritis and Puranas. As for general
directions, the Shrutis are enough; for spiritual life, nothing more can
be said, nothing more can be known. All that is necessary has been known,
all the advice that is necessary to lead the soul to perfection has been
completed in the Shrutis; the details alone were left out, and these the
Smritis have supplied from time to time.
Another peculiarity
is that these Shrutis have many sages as the recorders of the truths in
them, mostly men,
even
some women. Very little is known of their personalities, the dates of
their birth, and so forth, but their best thoughts, their best
discoveries, I should say, are preserved there, embodied in the sacred
literature of our country, the Vedas. In the Smritis, on the other hand,
personalities are more in evidence. Startling, gigantic, impressive,
world-moving persons stand before us, as it were, for the first time,
sometimes of more magnitude even than their teachings.
This is a
peculiarity which we have to understand — that our religion preaches an
Impersonal Personal God. It preaches any amount of impersonal laws plus
any amount of personality, but the very fountain-head of our religion is
in the Shrutis, the Vedas, which are perfectly impersonal; the persons all
come in the Smritis and Puranas — the great Avatâras, Incarnations of
God, Prophets, and so forth. And this ought also to be observed that
except our religion every other religion in the world depends upon the
life or lives of some personal founder or founders. Christianity is built
upon the life of Jesus Christ, Mohammedanism upon Mohammed, Buddhism upon
Buddha, Jainism upon the Jinas, and so on. It naturally follows that there
must be in all these religions a good deal of fight about what they call
the historical evidences of these great personalities. If at any time the
historical evidences about the existence of these personages in ancient
times become weak, the whole building of the religion tumbles down and is
broken to pieces. We escaped this fate because our religion is not based
upon persons but on principles. That you obey your religion is not because
it came through the authority of a sage, no, not even of an Incarnation.
Krishna is not the authority of the Vedas, but the Vedas are the authority
of Krishna himself. His glory is that he is the greatest preacher of the
Vedas that ever existed. So with the other Incarnations; so with all our
sages. Our first principle is that all that is necessary for the
perfection
of
man and for attaining unto freedom is there in the Vedas. You cannot find
anything new. You cannot go beyond a perfect unity, which is the goal of
all knowledge; this has been already reached there, and it is impossible
to go beyond the unity. Religious knowledge became complete when Tat Twam
Asi (Thou art That) was discovered, and that was in the Vedas. What
remained was the guidance of people from time to time according to
different times and places, according to different circumstances and
environments; people had to be guided along the old, old path, and for
this these great teachers came, these great sages. Nothing can bear out
more clearly this position than the celebrated saying of Shri Krishna in
the Gitâ: "Whenever virtue subsides and irreligion prevails, I
create Myself for the protection of the good; for the destruction of all
immorality I am coming from time to time." This is the idea in India.
What follows? That
on the one hand, there are these eternal principles which stand upon their
own foundations without depending on any reasoning even, much less on the
authority of sages however great, of Incarnations however brilliant they
may have been. We may remark that as this is the unique position in India,
our claim is that the Vedanta only can be the universal religion, that it
is already the existing universal religion in the world, because it
teaches principles and not persons. No religion built upon a person can be
taken up as a type by all the races of mankind. In our own country we find
that there have been so many grand characters; in even a small city many
persons are taken up as types by the different minds in that one city. How
is it possible that one person as Mohammed or Buddha or Christ, can be
taken up as the one type for the whole world, nay, that the whole of
morality, ethics, spirituality, and religion can be true only from the
sanction of that one person, and one person alone? Now, the Vedantic
religion does not require
any
such personal authority. Its sanction is the eternal nature of man, its
ethics are based upon the eternal spiritual solidarity of man, already
existing, already attained and not to be attained. On the other hand, from
the very earliest times, our sages have been feeling conscious of this
fact that the vast majority of mankind require a personality. They must
have a Personal God in some form or other. The very Buddha who declared
against the existence of a Personal God had not died fifty years before
his disciples manufactured a Personal God out of him. The Personal God is
necessary, and at the same time we know that instead of and better than
vain imaginations of a Personal God, which in ninety-nine cases out of a
hundred are unworthy of human worship we have in this world, living and
walking in our midst, living Gods, now and then. These are more worthy of
worship than any imaginary God, any creation of our imagination, that is
to say, any idea of God which we can form. Shri Krishna is much greater
than any idea of God you or I can have. Buddha is a much higher idea, a
more living and idolised idea, than the ideal you or I can conceive of in
our minds; and therefore it is that they always command the worship of
mankind even to the exclusion of all imaginary deities.
This our sages knew,
and, therefore, left it open to all Indian people to worship such great
Personages, such Incarnations. Nay, the greatest of these Incarnations
goes further: "Wherever an extraordinary spiritual power is
manifested by external man, know that I am there, it is from Me that that
manifestation comes." That leaves the door open for the Hindu to
worship the Incarnations of all the countries in the world. The Hindu can
worship any sage and any saint from any country whatsoever, and as a fact
we know that we go and worship many times in the churches of the
Christians, and many, many times in the Mohammedan mosques, and that is
good. Why not? Ours, as I have said, is the universal religion.
It
is inclusive enough, it is broad enough to include all the ideals. All the
ideals of religion that already exist in the world can be immediately
included, and we can patiently wait for all the ideals that are to come in
the future to be taken in the same fashion, embraced in the infinite arms
of the religion of the Vedanta.
This, more or less,
is our position with regard to the great sages, the Incarnations of God.
There are also secondary characters. We find the word Rishi again and
again mentioned in the Vedas, and it has become a common word at the
present time. The Rishi is the great authority. We have to understand that
idea. The definition is that the Rishi is the Mantra-drashtâ, the seer of
thought. What is the proof of religion? — this was asked in very ancient
times. There is no proof in the senses was the declaration.

— "From
whence words reflect back with thought without reaching the goal."

— "There the
eyes cannot reach, neither can speech, nor the mind" — that has
been the declaration for ages and ages. Nature outside cannot give us any
answer as to the existence of the soul, the existence of God, the eternal
life, the goal of man, and all that. This mind is continually changing,
always in a state of flux; it is finite, it is broken into pieces. How can
nature tell of the Infinite, the Unchangeable, the Unbroken, the
Indivisible, the Eternal? It never can. And whenever mankind has striven
to get an answer from dull dead matter, history shows how disastrous the
results have been. How comes, then, the knowledge which the Vedas declare?
It comes through being a Rishi. This knowledge is not in the senses; but
are the senses the be-all and the end-all of the human being? Who dare say
that the senses are the all-in-all of man? Even in our lives, in the life
of every one of us here, there come moments of calmness, perhaps, when we
see before us the death of one we loved, when some shock comes to us, or
when extreme
blessedness
comes to us. Many other occasions there are when the mind, as it were,
becomes calm, feels for the moment its real nature; and a glimpse of the
Infinite beyond, where words cannot reach nor the mind go, is revealed to
us. This happens in ordinary life, but it has to be heightened, practiced,
perfected. Men found out ages ago that the soul is not bound or limited by
the senses, no, not even by consciousness. We have to understand that this
consciousness is only the name of one link in the infinite chain. Being is
not identical with consciousness, but consciousness is only one part of
Being. Beyond consciousness is where the bold search lies. Consciousness
is bound by the senses. Beyond that, beyond the senses, men must go in
order to arrive at truths of the spiritual world, and there are even now
persons who succeed in going beyond the bounds of the senses. These are
called Rishis, because they come face to face with spiritual truths.
The proof,
therefore, of the Vedas is just the same as the proof of this table before
me, Pratyaksha, direct perception. This I see with the senses, and the
truths of spirituality we also see in a superconscious state of the human
soul. This Rishi-state is not limited by time or place, by sex or race. Vâtsyâyana
boldly declares that this Rishihood is the common property of the
descendants of the sage, of the Aryan, of the non-Aryan, of even the
Mlechchha. This is the sageship of the Vedas, and constantly we ought to
remember this ideal of religion in India, which I wish other nations of
the world would also remember and learn, so that there may be less fight
and less quarrel. Religion is not in books, nor in theories, nor in
dogmas, nor in talking, not even in reasoning. It is being and becoming.
Ay, my friends, until each one of you has become a Rishi and come face to
face with spiritual facts, religious life has not begun for you. Until the
superconscious opens for you, religion is mere talk, it is nothing but
preparation. You are talking second-
hand,
third-hand, and here applies that beautiful saying of Buddha when he had a
discussion with some Brahmins. They came discussing about the nature of
Brahman, and the great sage asked, "Have you seen Brahman?"
"No, said the Brahmin; "Or your father?" "No, neither
has he"; "Or your grandfather?" "I don't think even he
saw Him." "My friend, how can you discuss about a person whom
your father and grandfather never saw, and try to put each other
down?" That is what the whole world is doing. Let us say in the
language of the Vedanta, "This Atman is not to be reached by too much
talk, no, not even by the highest intellect, no, not even by the study of
the Vedas themselves."
Let us speak to all
the nations of the world in the language of the Vedas: Vain are your
fights and your quarrels; have you seen God whom you want to preach? If
you have not seen, vain is your preaching; you do not know what you say;
and if you have seen God, you will not quarrel, your very face will shine.
An ancient sage of the Upanishads sent his son out to learn about Brahman,
and the child came back, and the father asked, "what have you
learnt?" The child replied he had learnt so many sciences. But the
father said, "That is nothing, go back." And the son went back,
and when he returned again the father asked the same question, and the
same answer came from the child. Once more he had to go back. And the next
time he came, his whole face was shining; and his father stood up and
declared, "Ay, today, my child, your face shines like a knower of
Brahman." When you have known God, your very face will be changed,
your voice will be changed, your whole appearance will he changed. You
will be a blessing to mankind; none will be able to resist the Rishi. This
is the Rishihood, the ideal in our religion. The rest, all these talks and
reasonings and philosophies and dualisms and monisms, and even the Vedas
themselves are but preparations,
secondary
things. The other is primary. The Vedas, grammar, astronomy, etc., all
these are secondary; that is supreme knowledge which makes us realise the
Unchangeable One. Those who realised are the sages whom we find in the
Vedas; and we understand how this Rishi is the name of a type, of a class,
which every one of us, as true Hindus, is expected to become at some
period of our life, and becoming which, to the Hindu, means salvation. Not
belief in doctrines, not going to thousands of temples, nor bathing in all
the rivers in the world, but becoming the Rishi, the Mantra-drashta —
that is freedom, that is salvation.
Coming down to later
times, there have been great world-moving sages, great Incarnations of
whom there have been many; and according to the Bhâgavata, they
also are infinite in number, and those that are worshipped most in India
are Râma and Krishna. Rama, the ancient idol of the heroic ages, the
embodiment of truth, of morality, the ideal son, the ideal husband, the
ideal father, and above all, the ideal king, this Rama has been presented
before us by the great sage Vâlmiki. No language can be purer, none
chaster, none more beautiful and at the same time simpler than the
language in which the great poet has depicted the life of Rama. And what
to speak of Sitâ? You may exhaust the literature of the world that is
past, and I may assure you that you will have to exhaust the literature of
the world of the future, before finding another Sita. Sita is unique; that
character was depicted once and for all. There may have been several Ramas,
perhaps, but never more than one Sita! She is the very type of the true
Indian woman, for all the Indian ideals of a perfected woman have grown
out of that one life of Sita; and here she stands these thousands of
years, commanding the worship of every man, woman, and child throughout
the length and breadth of the land of Âryâvarta. There she will always
be, this glorious
Sita,
purer than purity itself, all patience, and all suffering. She who
suffered that life of suffering without a murmur, she the ever-chaste and
ever-pure wife, she the ideal of the people, the ideal of the gods, the
great Sita, our national God she must always remain. And every one of us
knows her too well to require much delineation. All our mythology may
vanish, even our Vedas may depart, and our Sanskrit language may vanish
for ever, but so long as there will be five Hindus living here, even if
only speaking the most vulgar patois, there will be the story of Sita
present. Mark my words: Sita has gone into the very vitals of our race.
She is there in the blood of every Hindu man and woman; we are all
children of Sita. Any attempt to modernise our women, if it tries to take
our women away from that ideal of Sita, is immediately a failure, as we
see every day. The women of India must grow and develop in the footprints
of Sita, and that is the only way.
The next is He who
is worshipped in various forms, the favourite ideal of men as well as of
women, the ideal of children, as well as of grown-up men. I mean He whom
the writer of the Bhagavata was not content to call an Incarnation
but says, "The other Incarnations were but parts of the Lord. He,
Krishna, was the Lord Himself." And it is not strange that such
adjectives are applied to him when we marvel at the many-sidedness of his
character. He was the most wonderful Sannyasin, and the most wonderful
householder in one; he had the most wonderful amount of Rajas, power, and
was at the same time living in the midst of the most wonderful
renunciation. Krishna can never he understood until you have studied the
Gita, for he was the embodiment of his own teaching. Every one of these
Incarnations came as a living illustration of what they came to preach.
Krishna, the preacher of the Gita, was all his life the embodiment of that
Song Celestial; he was the great illustration of non-attachment. He gives
up his throne and never cares for it. He, the leader of India, at whose
The
Gopis understood Krishna only as the Krishna of Vrindaban. He, the leader
of the hosts, the King of kings, to them was the shepherd, and the
shepherd for ever. "I do not want wealth, nor many people, nor do I
want learning; no, not even do I want to go to heaven. Let one be born
again and again, but Lord, grant me this, that I may have love for Thee,
and that for love's sake." A great landmark in the history of
religion is here, the ideal of love for love's sake, work for work's sake,
duty for duty's sake, and it for the first time fell from the lips of the
greatest of Incarnations, Krishna, and for the first time in the history
of humanity, upon the soil of India. The religions of fear and of
temptations were gone for ever, and in spite of the fear of hell and
temptation of enjoyment in heaven, came the grandest of ideals, love for
love's sake, duty for duty's sake, work for work's sake.
And what a love! I
have told you just now that it is very difficult to understand the love of
the Gopis. There are not wanting fools, even in the midst of us, who
cannot understand the marvellous significance of that most marvellous of
all episodes. There are, let me repeat, impure fools, even born of our
blood, who try to shrink from that as if from something impure. To them I
have only to say, first make yourselves pure; and you must remember that
he who tells the history of the love of the Gopis is none else but Shuka
Deva. The historian who records this marvellous love of the Gopis is one
who was born pure, the eternally pure Shuka, the son of Vyâsa. So long as
there its selfishness in the heart, so long is love of God impossible; it
is nothing but shopkeeping: "I give you something; O Lord, you give
me something in return"; and says the Lord, "If you do not do
this, I will take good care of you when you die. I will roast you all the
rest of your lives. perhaps", and so on. So long as such ideas are in
the brain, how can one understand the mad throes of the Gopis' love?
"O for one, one kiss of those lips! One who has
been
kissed by Thee, his thirst for Thee increases for ever, all sorrows
vanish, and he forgets love for everything else but for Thee and Thee
alone." Ay, forget first the love for gold, and name and fame, and
for this little trumpery world of ours. Then, only then, you will
understand the love of the Gopis, too holy to be attempted without giving
up everything, too sacred co be understood until the soul has become
perfectly pure. People with ideas of sex, and of money, and of fame,
bubbling up every minute in the heart, daring to criticise and understand
the love of the Gopis! That is the very essence of the Krishna
Incarnation. Even the Gita, the great philosophy itself, does not compare
with that madness, for in the Gita the disciple is taught slowly how to
walk towards the goal, but here is the madness of enjoyment, the
drunkenness of love, where disciples and teachers and teachings and books
and all these things have become one; even the ideas of fear, and God, and
heaven — everything has been thrown away. What remains is the madness of
love. It is forgetfulness of everything, and the lover sees nothing in the
world except that Krishna and Krishna alone, when the face of every being
becomes a Krishna, when his own face looks like Krishna, when his own soul
has become tinged with the Krishna colour. That was the great Krishna!
Do not waste your
time upon little details. Take up the framework, the essence of the life.
There may be many historical discrepancies, there may be interpolations in
the life of Krishna. All these things may be true; but, at the same time,
there must have been a basis, a foundation for this new and tremendous
departure. Taking the life of any other sage or prophet, we find that that
prophet is only the evolution of what had gone before him, we find that
that prophet is only preaching the ideas that had been scattered about his
own country even in his own times. Great doubts may exist even as to
whether that prophet existed or not. But here, I challenge any one to show
whether
these things, these ideals — work for work's sake, love for love's sake,
duty for duty's sake, were not original ideas with Krishna, and as such,
there must have been someone with whom these ideas originated. They could
not have been borrowed from anybody else. They were not floating about in
the atmosphere when Krishna was born. But the Lord Krishna was the first
preacher of this; his disciple Vyasa took it up and preached it unto
mankind. This is the highest idea to picture. The highest thing we can get
out of him is Gopijanavallabha, the Beloved of the Gopis of Vrindaban.
When that madness comes in your brain, when you understand the blessed
Gopis, then you will understand what love is. When the whole world will
vanish, when all other considerations will have died out, when you will
become pure-hearted with no other aim, not even the search after truth,
then and then alone will come to you the madness of that love, the
strength and the power of that infinite love which the Gopis had, that
love for love's sake. That is the goal. When you have got that, you have
got everything.
To come down to the
lower stratum — Krishna, the preacher of the Gita. Ay, there is an
attempt in India now which is like putting the cart before the horse. Many
of our people think that Krishna as the lover of the Gopis is something
rather uncanny, and the Europeans do not like it much. Dr. So-and-so does
not like it. Certainly then, the Gopis have to go! Without the sanction of
Europeans how can Krishna live? He cannot! In the Mahabharata there is no
mention of the Gopis except in one or two places, and those not very
remarkable places. In the prayer of Draupadi there is mention of a
Vrindaban life, and in the speech of Shishupâla there is again mention of
this Vrindaban. All these are interpolations! What the Europeans do not
want: must be thrown off. They are interpolations, the mention of the
Gopis and of Krishna too! Well, with these men, steeped in commercialism,
the
goal if the heart is pure and the heart is sincere; and all these various
modes of worship are necessary, else why should they be there? Religions
and sects are not the work of hypocrites and wicked people who invented
all these to get a little money, as some of our modern men want to think.
However reasonable that explanation may seem, it is not true, and they
were not invented that way at all. They are the outcome of the necessity
of the human soul. They are all here to satisfy the hankering and thirst
of different classes of human minds, and you need not preach against them.
The day when that necessity will cease, they will vanish along with the
cessation of that necessity; and so long as that necessity remains, they
must be there in spite of your preaching, in spite of your criticism. You
may bring the sword or the gun into play, you may deluge the world with
human blood, but so long as there is a necessity for idols, they must
remain. These forms, and all the various steps in religion will remain,
and we understand from the Lord Shri Krishna why they should.
A rather sadder
chapter of India's history comes now. In the Gita we already hear the
distant sound of the conflicts of sects, and the Lord comes in the middle
to harmonise them all; He, the great preacher of harmony, the greatest
teacher of harmony, Lord Shri Krishna. He says, "In Me they are all
strung like pearls upon a thread." We already hear the distant
sounds, the murmurs of the conflict, and possibly there was a period of
harmony and calmness, when it broke out anew, not only on religious
grounds, but roost possibly on caste grounds — the fight between the two
powerful factors in our community, the kings and the priests. And from the
topmost crest of the wave that deluged India for nearly a thousand years,
we see another glorious figure, and that was our Gautama Shâkyamuni. You
all know about his teachings and preachings. We worship him as God
incarnate, the greatest, the boldest preacher of morality that the world
ever saw, the
greatest
Karma-Yogi; as disciple of himself, as it were, the same Krishna came to
show how to make his theories practical. There came once again the same
voice that in the Gita preached, "Even the least bit done of this
religion saves from great fear". "Women, or Vaishyas, or even
Shudras, all reach the highest goal." Breaking the bondages of all,
the chains of all, declaring liberty to all to reach the highest goal,
come the words of the Gita, rolls like thunder the mighty voice of
Krishna: "Even in this life they have conquered relativity, whose
minds are firmly fixed upon the sameness, for God is pure and the same to
all, therefore such are said to be living in God." "Thus seeing
the same Lord equally present everywhere, the sage does not injure the
Self by the self, and thus reaches the highest goal." As it were to
give a living example of this preaching, as it were to make at least one
part of it practical, the preacher himself came in another form, and this
was Shakyamuni, the preacher to the poor and the miserable, he who
rejected even the language of the gods to speak in the language of the
people, so that he might reach the hearts of the people, he who gave up a
throne to live with beggars, and the poor, and the downcast, he who
pressed the Pariah to his breast like a second Rama.
You all know about
his great work, his grand character. But the work had one great defect,
and for that we are suffering even today. No blame attaches to the Lord.
He is pure and glorious, but unfortunately such high ideals could not be
well assimilated by the different uncivilised and uncultured races of
mankind who flocked within the fold of the Aryans. These races, with
varieties of superstition and hideous worship, rushed within the fold of
the Aryans and for a time appeared as if they had become civilised, but
before a century had passed they brought out their snakes, their ghosts,
and all the other things their ancestors used to worship, and thus the
whole of India became one degraded mass of superstition. The earlier
Buddhists
in their rage against the killing of animals had denounced the sacrifices
of the Vedas; and these sacrifices used to be held in every house. There
was a fire burning, and that was all the paraphernalia of worship. These
sacrifices were obliterated, and in their place came gorgeous temples,
gorgeous ceremonies, and gorgeous priests, and all that you see in India
in modern times. I smile when I read books written by some modern people
who ought to have known better, that the Buddha was the destroyer of
Brahminical idolatry. Little do they know that Buddhism created Brahminism
and idolatry in India.
There was a book
written a year or two ago by a Russian gentleman, who claimed to have
found out a very curious life of Jesus Christ, and in one part of the book
he says that Christ went to the temple of Jagannath to study with the
Brahmins, but became disgusted with their exclusiveness and their idols,
and so he went to the Lamas of Tibet instead, became perfect, and went
home. To any man who knows anything about Indian history, that very
statement proves that the whole thing was a fraud, because the temple of
Jagannath is an old Buddhistic temple. We took this and others over and
re-Hinduised them. We shall have to do many things like that yet. That is
Jagannath, and there was not one Brahmin there then, and yet we are told
that Jesus Christ came to study with the Brahmins there. So says our great
Russian archaeologist.
Thus, in spite of
the preaching of mercy to animals, in spite of the sublime ethical
religion, in spite of the hairsplitting discussions about the existence or
non-existence of a permanent soul, the whole building of Buddhism tumbled
down piecemeal; and the ruin was simply hideous. I have neither the time
nor the inclination to describe to you the hideousness that came in the
wake of Buddhism. The most hideous ceremonies, the most horrible, the most
obscene books that human hands ever wrote or the human brain ever
conceived, the most bestial forms that ever
passed
under the name of religion, have all been the creation of degraded
Buddhism.
But India has to
live, and the spirit of the Lords descended again. He who declared,
"I will come whenever virtue subsides", came again, and this
time the manifestation was in the South, and up rose that young Brahmin of
whom it has been declared that at the age of sixteen he had completed all
his writings; the marvellous boy Shankaracharya arose. The writings of
this boy of sixteen are the wonders of the modern world, and so was the
boy. He wanted to bring back the Indian world to its pristine purity, but
think of the amount of the task before him. I have told you a few points
about the state of things that existed in India. All these horrors that
you are trying to reform are the outcome of that reign of degradation. The
Tartars and the Baluchis and all the hideous races of mankind came to
India and became Buddhists, and assimilated with us, and brought their
national customs, and the whole of our national life became a huge page of
the most horrible and the most bestial customs. That was the inheritance
which that boy got from the Buddhists, and from that time to this, the
whole work in India is a reconquest of this Buddhistic degradation by the
Vedanta. It is still going on, it is not yet finished. Shankara came, a
great philosopher, and showed that the real essence of Buddhism and that
of the Vedanta are not very different, but that the disciples did not
understand the Master and have degraded themselves, denied the existence
of the soul and of God, and have become atheists. That was what Shankara
showed, and all the Buddhists began to come back to the old religion. But
then they had become accustomed to all these forms; what could be done?
Then came the
brilliant Râmânuja. Shankara, with his great intellect, I am afraid, had
not as great a heart. Ramanuja's heart was greater. He felt for the
downtrodden, he sympathised with them. He took up the
ceremonies,
the accretions that had gathered, made them pure so far as they could be,
and instituted new ceremonies, new methods of worship, for the people who
absolutely required them. At the same time he opened the door to the
highest; spiritual worship from the Brahmin to the Pariah. That was
Ramanuja's work. That work rolled on, invaded the North, was taken up by
some great leaders there; but that was much later, during the Mohammedan
rule; and the brightest of these prophets of comparatively modern times in
the North was Chaitanya.
You may mark one
characteristic since the time of Ramanuja — the opening of the door of
spirituality to every one. That has been the watchword of all prophets
succeeding Ramanuja, as it had been the watchword of all the prophets
before Shankara. I do not know why Shankara should be represented as
rather exclusive; I do not find anything in his writings which is
exclusive. As in the case of the declarations of the Lord Buddha, this
exclusiveness that has been attributed to Shankara's teachings is most
possibly not due to his teachings, but to the incapacity of his disciples.
This one great Northern sage, Chaitanya, represented the mad love of the
Gopis. Himself a Brahmin, born of one of the most rationalistic families
of the day, himself a professor of logic fighting and gaining a
word-victory — for, this he had learnt from his childhood as the highest
ideal of life and yet through the mercy of some sage the whole life of
that man became changed; he gave up his fight, his quarrels, his
professorship of logic and became one of the greatest teachers of Bhakti
the world has ever known — mad Chaitanya. His Bhakti rolled over the
whole land of Bengal, bringing solace to every one. His love knew no
bounds. The saint or the sinner, the Hindu or the Mohammedan, the pure or
the impure, the prostitute, the streetwalker — all had a share in his
love, all had a share in his mercy: and even to the present day, although
greatly degenerated, as
everything
does become in time, his sect is the refuge of the poor, of the
downtrodden, of the outcast, of the weak, of those who have been rejected
by all society. But at the same time I must remark for truth's sake that
we find this: In the philosophic sects we find wonderful liberalisms.
There is not a man who follows Shankara who will say that all the
different sects of India are really different. At the same time he was a
tremendous upholder of exclusiveness as regards caste. But with every
Vaishnavite preacher we find a wonderful liberalism as to the teaching of
caste questions, but exclusiveness as regards religious questions.
The one had a great
head, the other a large heart, and the time was ripe for one to be born,
the embodiment of both this head and heart; the time was ripe for one to
be born who in one body would have the brilliant intellect of Shankara and
the wonderfully expansive, infinite heart of Chaitanya; one who would see
in every sect the same spirit working, the same God; one who would see God
in every being, one whose heart would weep for the poor, for the weak, for
the outcast, for the downtrodden, for every one in this world, inside
India or outside India; and at the same time whose grand brilliant
intellect would conceive of such noble thoughts as would harmonise all
conflicting sects, not only in India but outside of India, and bring a
marvellous harmony, the universal religion of head and heart into
existence. Such a man was born, and I had the good fortune to sit at his
feet for years. The time was ripe, it was necessary that such a man should
be born, and he came; and the most wonderful part of it was that his
life's work was just near a city which was full of Western thought, a city
which had run mad after these occidental ideas, a city which had become
more Europeanised than any other city in India. There he lived, without
any book-learning whatsoever; this great intellect never learnt even to
write his own
but
the most graduates of our university found in him an intellectual giant.
He was a strange man, this Shri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa. It is a long,
long story, and I have no time to tell anything about him tonight. Let me
now only mention the great Shri Ramakrishna, the fulfilment of the Indian
sages, the sage for the time, one whose teaching is just now, in the
present time, most beneficial. And mark the divine power working behind
the man. The son of a poor priest, born in an out-of-the-way village,
unknown and unthought of, today is worshipped literally by thousands in
Europe and America, and tomorrow will be worshipped by thousands more. Who
knows the plans of the Lord!
Now,
my brothers, if you do not see the hand, the finger of Providence, it is
because you are blind, born blind indeed. If time comes, and another
opportunity, I will speak to you more fully about him. Only let me say now
that if I have told you one word of truth, it was his and his alone, and
if I have told you many things which were not true, which were not
correct, which were not beneficial to the human race, they were all mine,
and on me is the responsibility.