Although words fail entirely to capture the essence of the act of creation, and the ordeal engendered by metamorphosis, the following words of Sri Aurobindo nearly perfectly express the process of continuing spiritual enlightenment, in which these artists are attempting to communicate their vision, passion and love for you. Gradually he realizes that all his acts, even the most insignificant, can be supremely guided by the silent source above, that all his thoughts come from there, luminous and beyond dispute, and that a kind of spontaneous knowledge dawns within him. He begins to live a life of constant miracles.

If mankind only caught a glimpse of what infinite enjoyments, what perfect forces, what luminous reaches of spontaneous knowledge, what wide calms of our being lie waiting for us in the tracts which our animal evolution has not yet conquered, they would leave all and never rest till they had gained these treasures.

Once the expanse above becomes concrete and alive, like a spread of light overhead, the seeker feels the urge to enter into more direct communication with it, to emerge into the open, for he begins to feel with painful acuteness how narrow and false the mind and life below are, a sort of caricature. He feels he is clashing with everything, he is not at home anywhere. Everything–words, ideas, feelings–is false and grating. That’s not it, that’s never it–it’s always beside the point, always approximate, always below the mark.