Aswapati comes to the mortal world as eternity’s delegate. He is aware that in man’s deep hid soul can reside celestial powers. But at present what rule over it are the grim and gruesome forces of darkness, of doom. The existential fact is: Death is the Lord of Life, and he remains unconquered. Terrible agencies are abroad, and they are busy thwarting God’s great design. Has some adverse agent or authority, some antagonist, some dreadful Foe marred his beautiful work, brought imperfection to its perfection? Certainly, that was not the way the world was intended to be, flawed and full of misery and suffering. Something has slipped somewhere, something has gone wrong somewhere and there is the distortion and the crookedness. But in Aswapati was born the Seer and things opened into the Invisible. He accepted the apprenticeship of Ignorance—only to make his march the soar of an “eagle’s flight”. He has also the strong perception, a luminous intuition that this world will change into God’s world, that surely (Savitri, p. 200)

…one day he shall come to our cry,

One day he shall create our life anew

And utter the magic formula of peace

And bring perfection to the scheme of things.

One day he shall descend to life and earth,

Leaving the secrecy of the eternal doors,

Into a world that cries to him for help,

And bring the truth that sets the spirit free,

The joy that is the baptism of the soul,

The strength that is the outstretched arm of Love.

One day he shall lift his beauty's dreadful veil,

Impose delight on the world's beating heart

And bare his secret body of light and bliss.

But, in the meanwhile, there is the struggle and there is the pang, there is the darksome uncertainty. Could it be that an “error of the gods has made the world”? Or indifferent is the Eternal, watching futile Time? And yet the hard work and the labour and the effort must go on, the thinker and the toiler think and toil, that the imbroglio is changed into a joyful miracle. When this shall happen then will life, free from death, reveal her true immortal face. Then shall “Night bare its core of mystic light”.

Aswapati must set himself on the discovery of that mystic light, bring the sun here by which all can get true illumination, remove the error if it was made by the erring gods, correct the goof that has fouled up the system, make the eternal alert to the reality of this inconscient creation to give to it divine sense and divine contents. As eternity’s delegate Aswapati must fulfil himself here. He must fulfil himself to fulfil God’s desire.