| For us, beauty is a thing put together: the building, the picture, the pottery, the idea. There is beauty beyond thought and feeling which is not put together by the mind, and that beauty is love. Without that love, life becomes utterly empty – as most peoples’ lives are. Though we have families, though we have virtue, though we have jobs, our lives are empty, shallow, petty. Die to everything psychologically and you will find, if you have gone that far, that out of dying there is a living, a living which has no meaning as compared to this living. That living is a state of creation, and that creation has no time. That is the immense, the immeasurable, the unknowable. From Public Talk 7, New Delhi, 11 February 1962 Read more | 