Man's history is the history of his journey to the unknown quest of the realization of his immortal self - his soul.

Through the rise and fall of empires, through the building up of gigantic piles of wealth and the ruthless scattering of them upon the dust; through the creation of vast bodies of symbols that give shape to his dreams and aspirations, and the casting of them away like the playthings of an outworn infancy; through his forging of magic keys with which to unlock the mysteries of creation, and through his throwing away of this labor of ages to go back to his workshop and work up afresh some new form; yes through it all man is marching from epoch to epoch towards the fullest realization of his soul - the soul which is greater than the things man accumulates, the deeds he accomplishes, the theories he builds; the soul whose onward course is never checked by death or dissolution.

Yes they are coming, the pilgrims, one and all - coming to their true inheritance of the world, they are ever broadening their consciousness, ever seeking a higher and higher unity, ever approaching a nearer to the one central Truth which is all comprehensive.

Rabindranath Tagore
(1861-1941)