The greatness of Savitri is the greatness of Love itself, Love divine, pure and bright and gorgeous, without the trace of ugliness that comes with the vital’s degrading passions and wants and desires. It is all-embracing, and nor gods nor the hostiles nor men of whatever denominations they may be get left out. If this were not there, this Love Divine, the creation would simply collapse. It is this Love that moves the sun and all the other stars, and things that are visible and invisible.  All is founded on it; all lives by it; all that one cherishes and hopes, and all that grows—it is because of it. It is this Love that has found a perfect place in the soul of Savitri. Therefore, the whole world could take a glad refuge in her single heart. Nothing she dismisses, disdains; on the other hand, by the power of her spirit it gets transformed; things become divine. That is the golden touch she brings to us. She is both the silence, the support for divine action, and the executive word by which things get materialised here, silence the supporting spiritual base, the ādhāra, and word bearing in it the truth-rhythm, the mantra that brings into existence what it proclaims. She is in possession of the dynamic and the supportive powers by which if things have to happen will happen. When the divine Will is there, the high samkalpa, she accomplishes what is willed for the creation. No wonder Love met in her his own eternity.

This is the description of Love in its essence, not the Love that is known upon earth and is so mixed up with many egoistic movements that it has gone beyond all recognition and become only the expression of selfish desires. It is the Love that is as vast as the Universe, equal to all and to everything and asking nothing in exchange for what it gives.

Such is the divine Savitri who has taken a human form, accepted mortal birth; yet always she has been celestial and bright and beautiful, a perfect shrine for the God of Love. But she has to enter into significant maidenhood, and also enter into the life that is full of afflictions, full of sorrow and suffering—as if youth and joy would not go along together. Contradictions have to be faced—the greatest being Love in the face of Death. As a princess in the palace she was her majesty’s self, endeared to and served by all. It seemed that some heavenly damsel had descended upon this gloom-stricken earth, descended from unattainable realms to transform it. Even as she came, her divine companion got attracted towards her, the white-fire dragon bird of endless bliss drifting with burning wings above her days. This is the descent of the Bird of Bliss, of eternal Ananda. But will this bird be safe in the harsh and deathful circumstance of terrestrial existence? in the darkness of the night that grips our souls?

No doubt, Savitri had Heaven's tranquil shield to guard her from calamitous events, yet things here have a very precarious or slippery character. She has assumed all the human difficulties, and her eyes are human eyes, and her sight wearing the mortal look, and her beating heart is the human heart quickened by human breath. In spite of it, her movements, her walk kept always the measure of the gods.

Savitri accepted all that is the earth’s, every limitation and every glory; however, pure and like an unstained glass she remained, untarnished by the mirky soil of ours. This was simply because she had the impunity, freedom from unpleasant consequences, utter freedom that is enjoyed by the transcendental powers. One could see through this mirror the spiritual verities that change life and fate and events in their manner.

Although She had accepted the burden of all the earth’s misery, the influence of the Origin was so strong that it could not change in Her this constant Peace, this wide understanding, this universal Love, that was making of Her a Messenger of the Highest Consciousness.

Savitri is growing in her calm felicity, growing in the cycles, the uncertainties and hazards of the earth-time. But even joy becomes weary of its notes when harshness inflicts its wound on them. She has come to deal with Fate and Ignorance, and sooner than later she must face the realities that prevail here. Time is, for sure, going to cast its net even on her and she has to prepare to meet the dire, the unpleasant situation. Yes, she was a happy carefree princess, but she is the goddess incarnate who has a mission to fulfil in this mortal birth of hers.

The story of the earth is an ascent from darkness and unconsciousness to Light and Consciousness. This journey is, in spite of many years, just at its beginning still, and only in front of us is the assurance of the Light that will be.

When we look back, we look at so much darkness, suffering, misery, that if we do not have the inner Consciousness and its assurance of future Victory, truly we could say, as so many have said in the past, that to escape misery we must get out of earth-life.

Now Savitri has brought the promise and the certitude that Light will prevail and that misery will go. So on this promise we must base our certitude and also advance towards the luminous Future.

Savitri’ life is a complete dedication to the cause of the indefinable One, the Master of Evolution, the unnamed Shaper of this Evolution who sees the far ends even in the immediate conflicts that harass our small souls. He has commissioned her to step in the abyss of Death and fill it with her own vast self, to heal the gulfs with her sweetness and joy. As a part of his dreadful-looking strategy, he makes the gulfs deeper and deeper yet, that then only the mightier power can establish its fuller might. A challenge is thrown to all that is divine in Savitri and she must assert that divinity of hers even in the face of it. She had condescended to pass through the portals of the birth that is a death, because thus alone could she wrestle with the unyielding Antagonist. Their dark rendezvous is fixed in the arena of Matter. Unless Matter consents to the Law of the Spirit, there cannot be the progress intended by the Master of Evolution. To obtain that consent is Savitri’s task. That indeed became the unswerving issue of her soul. The dice are cast, and there is no going back at all. Difficulties are there, and suffer she must; but the secret of her birth is not to submit to them, to give up the game. “To lead, to deliver was her glorious part.”

There it is put exactly and clearly” it was like a problem to be solved and She had the Will and the capacity to solve it. She came remembering who She was and with this remembrance She faced the ordeal. This world of miseries, this world of death and suffering must become a world of glorious Light and Divine Consciousness. Whatever the pain, whatever the ordeal, whatever the length of the trouble, She has come to win and She brings with her the Victory.

Of sterner stuff she was made, and she was not going to play into the hands of the unconcerned careless Powers. She was not going to give up, even though she was tied to the terrestrial conditions, of Death and Ignorance. She was not a common helpless pawn driven by the forces of Time, pushed by the hands of Doom. That is what man is, this pygmy creature; but Savitri is human, and yet different. Even in her body’s consciousness there is the awareness of the secret divinity residing in it.

This is the description of the usual human being and his powerlessness in front of circumstances. But this was not the case with Savitri who came, keeping conscious in Herself the Origin and the source from which She came.

Men are accustomed to be pushed by circumstances and have only the force of desire or habit, and this force is powerless in front of the Power of the true Force—the governing Force of the Divine.