George Eliot and Sri Ramakrishna

Texts and writing are really intriguing. Sometimes you tend to think of them as mysterious, not without sufficient reasons. Whenever January comes, the thought of Swami Vivekananda becomes loud (and don't ask me when it was mild) in recurrence. The combination of December coolness, the expectation of the New Year and afterwards the charm of the newly born are all playing ascending notes to the symphony of the great Hindu standing tall over time. And naturally you begin to think of Dakshineswar, the Ganges and the room of Thakur. What would have Naren seen in that village holy man and what would have made this college boy to take bold decisions and bolder steps! But you will not expect similar sentiments expressed in remote writings, which will concur with you to the letter. Yea I am saying about the writings of George Eliot. Who is she in this context! But why her words are so resonating in this mood? When she writes in her 'Scenes of clerical life' - 

"Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty as the hidden process by which the tiny seed is quickened, and bursts forth into tall stem, and broad leaf, and glowing tasselled flower. Ideas are often poor ghosts; our sun-filled eyes cannot discern them; they pass athwart us in thin vapour, and cannot make themselves felt. But sometimes they are made flesh; they breathe upon us with warm breath, they touch us with soft responsive hands, they look at us with sad sincere eyes, and speak to us in appealing tones; they are clothed in a living human soul, with all its conflicts, its faith, and its love. Then their presence is a power, then they shake us like a passion, and we are drawn after them with gentle compulsion, as flame is drawn to flame."
(Scenes from clerical life, George Eliot) 

A drunken man sees twice; a man afraid sees his own fear and what is wrong in a devoted seeing his devotion everywhere?
Srirangam Mohanarangan 

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