All that the world can give is a trifle; it cannot satisfy the thirst of man in search of the Reality from which the whole creation derives. At the end of his search, Aswapati finds that all his Knowledge ends in an Unknowable. A Silence settles on his striving heart.

Freed from the pulls of the world's desire, he turns to the Call of the Ineffable. An unnameable Being lures him on and on.

It is a mysterious mightiness which is at once an unfathomable vast around and a subtle kernel in the soul. A giant doubt overshadows Aswapati's advance.

However, he ascends without pause and reaches a height where no created form can live. He nears an intolerant bare Reality where the mind must either dissolve or change into Light. The whole world and its Ignorance founders here. All is expunged from the silent Being to lapse into Nothingness.

There is only a Vastness, an Eternity, a solid Peace.

At last he is face to face with a companionless Reality, immutable, inscrutable, alone,—the unborn One, above all change, occult, eternal.