There are silences so deep one can hear the journeys of the soul, and it is that which gives meaning and substance to idealism, to nobility, grandeur, eloquence, to skylarks and to green cottages and to flower beds. There may not be overtones and undertones to set the absolute tempo of a masterpiece. But if that journey has to be a soaring ascension to snow-white peaks of silence in the ardour of climbing, in the warmth and intimacy of a vibrant experience, then it has yet to grow in the abundance of subtleties and suggestions that constitute multi-tonal harmonies of silence. Given to blue-bright omniscient hush inspiration streams forth unceasingly, and music transcends mortal speech. Then from the all-seeing heights there is the descent of poetry with the rhythmic sense of the creative Word. Then the five suns of poetry shine in their blaze in our skies, -the Suns of Truth, Beauty, Delight, Life and the Spirit. That is what we have in the epic Savitri