Roger TollUnderstanding Auroville with the mind is like grasping a handful of ash that wafts away in the breeze. You say something about it, then realize that the opposite also is true. Auroville is hard to grasp because, at its core, it exists somewhere that eludes the mind. It is the elephant which the blind men attempt to define by the part of the animal each touches. Skirmishes are common because our tools – our minds, our words – betray us and miss the target. They struggle to catch what Auroville means to those who have chosen this adventure. It is so hard to express outwardly what is in our thoughts, our inner vision.
I saw this challenge already in the 1970s when I lived in Auroville. Life is more polite, kinder and better dressed in today’s Auroville. One’s feet are less red, the body less tanned. But the issues remain the same though they change their colours, like chameleons. People defend positions that reflect their own work or their community, their friends, th...
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