THE EQUINOX
are unfavourably placed to observe this, desperately clinging
as we are to the bob of the pendulum, sick with our senseless
swinging to and fro in the abyss !
We must climb up the shaft to reach that point—but—
wait one moment! How obscure and subtle has our simile
become! Can we attach any true meaning to the phrase? I
doubt it, seeing what we have taken for the limits of the
swing. True, it may be that at the end the swing is always
360° so that the !-point and the ?-point coincide; but that is
not the same thing as having no swing at all, unless we make
kinematics identical with statics.
What is to be done? How shall such mysteries be uttered?
Is this how it is that the true Path of the Wise is said to
lie in a totally different plane from all his advance in the path
of Knowledge, and of Trance? We have already been obliged
to take the Fourth Dimension to illustrate (if not explain) the
nature of Samadhi.
Ah, say the adepts, Samadhi is not the end, but the
beginning. You must regard Samadhi as the normal state of
mind which enables you to begin your researches, just as
waking is the state from which you rise to Samadhi, sleep
the state from which you rose to waking. And only from
Sammasamadhi—continuous trance of the right kind—can
you rise up as it were on tiptoe and peer through the clouds
unto the mountains.
Now of course it is really awfully decent of the adepts to
take all that trouble over us, and to put it so nicely and
clearly. All we have to do, you see, is to acquire Samma-
samadhi, and then rise on tiptoe. Just so!
But then there are the other adepts. Hark at him!
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