Aswapati's vision was widened beyond the confines of human limits; he could see the whole cosmos as "A limitless movement" that "filled a limitless space". He saw it as a self-creation of the Unknown without end or pause, revealing the grandeurs of the Infinite. He saw there "The world-shapes that are fancies of its Truth". The chequered fields of experience with their vast and multiple play of knowledge, ignorance, pleasure, pain, etc., he could see and feel that

Here all experience was a single plan,

The thousandfold expression of the One.

The former objects of his perception also underwent a great transformation. What was before only a limited form became something entirely different:

Aspects of Being donned world-outline; forms

That open moving doors on things divine

became familiar to his sight. On that wide plane he came to know all that can be known and all that cannot be known by the human mind and this new knowledge tended to become a permanent part of himself, and his soul's natural environment. He found there everything that the Infinite had manifested and the only thing that was missing—in order to make that world a world of perfection—was:

The integer of the Spirit's perfect sum

That equates the unequal All to the equal One,

The single sign interpreting every sign,

The absolute index to the Absolute.

From his status beyond the world, he saw the world-pile

Erect like a mountain chariot of the Gods, ... 

As if Matter's plinth, and viewless base

To a top as viewless, a carved sea of worlds

Climbing with foam-maned waves to the Supreme, ... 

It swelled upwards but none could see its top.

It rose from the Inconscience to Matter, from there to Life and Mind and thence to the Divine,

A ladder of delivering ascent,

And rungs that Nature climbs to Deity.

In order to make this ascent possible there was a descent of the Deity into the Inconscience.

Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme. ...

Accepting sorrow and unconsciousness

Divinity's lapse from its own splendours wove

The many-patterened ground of all we are.

“Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme.” Compare the similar idea in The Mother

In her deep and great love for her children she has consented to put on herself the cloak of this obscurity, condescended to bear the attacks and torturing influences of the powers of the Darkness and Falsehood, borne to pass through the portals of the birth that is a death, taken upon herself the pangs and sorrows and sufferings of the creation, since it seemed that thus alone could it be lifted to the Light and Joy and Truth and eternal Life. This is the great sacrifice of the Purusha., but much more deeply the holocaust of Prakṛti, the sacrifice of the Divine Mother.

The diviner parts of man, the spiritual elements that have entered into his formation aspire to join Immortality and the Divinity from which they have come. Nature has provided him with necessary instrumentation to realise his oneness with the Divine and therefore one day

This faint and fluid sketch of soul called man

Shall stand out on the background of long Time

A glowing epitome of eternity,

A little point reveal the infinitudes.

Though at first sight it appears as if, some blind force "...made in sleep this huge mechanical world" yet, it is this very matter which hides, behind its inertia, all the rich possibilities of life; mind and spirit. Thus, the universe is a process of mystery and "to live this Mystery out our souls came here". Aswapati saw that he had travelled alone to this realm of the spirit's Infinity as yet unrealised by man where stillness, light and silence reign. He saw that he was moving up on this vast cosmic stair, mounting heaven after heaven, and yet being drawn more and more upward by some invisible magnet as it were. He saw that he was the sole figure "...on Nature's giant stair" and from there he could not see the end of his movement, though he felt that he was standing on the summit of created things.