The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 8/Epistles - Fourth Series/LXXXV Sister
To Miss Mary Hale
17th September, 1896.
Today I reached London, after my two months of climbing and walking and
glacier seeing in Switzerland. One good it has done me — a few pounds of
unnecessary adipose tissue have returned back to the gaseous state. Well,
there is no safety even in that, for the solid body of this birth has taken
a fancy to outstrip the mind towards infinite expansion. If it goes on this
way, I would have soon to lose all personal identity even in the flesh — at
least to all the rest of the world.
It is impossible to express my joy in words at the good news contained in
Harriet's letter. I have written to her today. I am sorry I cannot come over
to see her married, but I will be present in "fine body" with all good
wishes and blessings. Well, I am expecting such news from you and other
sisters to make my joy complete. Now, my dear Mary, I will tell you a great
lesson I have learnt in this life. It is this: "The higher is your ideal,
the more miserable you are"; for such a thing as an ideal cannot be attained
in the world, or in this life even. He who wants perfection in the world is
a madman, for it cannot be.
How can you find the Infinite in the finite? Therefore I tell you, Harriet
will have a most blessed and happy life, because she is not so imaginative
and sentimental as to make a fool of herself. She has enough of sentiment as
to make life sweet, and enough of common sense and gentleness as to soften
the hard points in life which must come to everyone. So has Harriet
McKindley in a still higher degree. She is just the girl to make the best of
wives, only this world is so full of idiots that very few can penetrate
beyond the flesh! As for you and Isabelle, I will tell you the truth, and my
"language is plain".
You, Mary, are like a mettlesome Arab — grand, splendid. You will make a splendid queen — physically, mentally. You will shine alongside of a dashing, bold, adventurous, heroic husband; but, my dear sister, you will make one of the worst of wives. You will take the life out of our easy-going, practical, plodding husbands of the everyday world. Mind, my sister, although it is true that there is more romance in actual life than in any novel, yet it is few and far between. Therefore my advice to you is that until you bring down your ideals to a more practical level, you ought not to marry. If you do, the result will be misery for both of you. In a few months you will lose all regard for a commonplace, good, nice, young man, and then life will become insipid. As to sister Isabelle, she has the same temperament as you; only this kindergarten has taught her a good lesson of patience and forbearance. Perhaps she will make a good wife.
There are two sorts of persons in the world. The one — strong-nerved, quiet,
yielding to nature, not given to much imagination, yet good, kind, sweet,
etc. For such is this world; they alone are born to be happy. There are
others again with high-strung nerves, tremendously imaginative, with intense
feeling, always going high one moment and coming down the next. For them
there is no happiness. The first class will have almost an even tenor of
happiness; the last will have to run between ecstasy and misery. But of
these alone what we call geniuses are made. There is some truth in the
recent theory that "genius is a sort madness".
Now, persons of this class if they want to be great, they must fight to
finish — clear out the deck for battle. No encumbrance — no marriage, no
children, no undue attachment to anything except the one idea, and live and
die for that. I am a person of this sort. I have taken up the one idea of
"Vedanta" and I have "cleared the deck for action". You and Isabelle are
made of this metal; but let me tell you, though it is hard, you are spoiling
your lives in vain. Either take up one idea, clear the deck, and to it
dedicate the life; or be contented and practical; lower the ideal, marry,
and have a happy life. Either "Bhoga" or "Yoga" — either enjoy this life, or
give up and be a Yogi; none can have both in one. Now or never, select
quick. "He who is very particular gets nothing", says the proverb. Now
sincerely and really and for ever determine to "clear the deck for fight",
take up anything, philosophy or science or religion or literature, and let
that be your God for the rest of your life. Achieve happiness or achieve
greatness. I have no sympathy with you and Isabelle; you are neither for
this nor for that. I wish to see you happy, as Harriet has well chosen, or
great. Eating, drinking, dressing, and society nonsense are not things to
throw a life upon — especially you, Mary. You are rusting away a splendid
brain and abilities, for which there is not the least excuse. You must have
ambition to be great. I know you will take these rather harsh remarks from
me in the right spirit knowing I like you really as much or more than what I
call you, my sisters. I had long had a mind to tell you this, and as
experience is gathering I feel like telling you. The joyful news from
Harriet urged me to tell you this. I will be overjoyed to hear that you are
married also and happy, so far as happiness can be had here, or would like
to hear of you as doing great deeds.
I had a pleasant visit with Prof. Deussen in Germany. I am sure you have
heard of him as the greatest living German philosopher. He and I travelled
together to England and today came together to see my friend here with whom
I am to stop for the rest of my stay in England. He (Deussen) is very fond
of talking Sanskrit and is the only Sanskrit scholar in the West who can
talk in it. As he wants to get a practice, he never talks to me in any other
language but Sanskrit.
I have come over here amongst my friends, shall work for a few weeks, and
then go back to India in the winter.
Ever your loving brother,