The rules of the play, which seem set, are those which I created—like the rules in any game—by me, by the human me. In deep sleep I am not and still the ‘I’ is. If I could ever be here in deep sleep—and the biopsychological studies today indicate, this may well be the truth, that is, the natural man is the one in deep sleep—then the universe and I are equivalences. Valéry again says: ‘In the middle of the night (and) of the (coming) morning, I suddenly feel like a little child. I can hardly bear the feeling. I cannot bear the sensation of the panic of be-ing.’ So I wake up and see a world is. Of course the real question is, who wakes up? Therefore instead of finding the rules of the game, may it not be more profitable, in the ultimate sense, to ask, who am I which made the rules. If the sequential God does not play dice with us, maybe the Sage plays chess. Thus the vertical affirms itself again, and you play the quantum game, the law without Law.2 Pray why not play it? For it transcends causality—duality, the only ‘misplaced absolute there is’.

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There’s that magnificent poem, the Purusha Sukta: it’s in the Rig Veda.3 Speaking of the Primal Man, Purusha, with his thousand heads, a thousand feet, sahasra sirsha purushah sahasrakshah sahasrapad . . . it states of how everything happened to be. For, from him came She, becoming, and finally returns back as Being. It means when nothing ever happens is true happening. We chant this hymn, that’s why, even today at all significant events, of initiation and marriage, and the naming ceremony of a child. And of course at important sacred assemblies.

‘The Primal Man was there, indeed, even before beginning (agre) was. The devas, the gods, came after him. He covered all of the become (that is the universe) on every side, while he stayed firmly in the space, ten fingers above himself.’ He is the Absolute. He is all this: the present, the past and the future. Therefore is time dissolved into him. Because time is death. In consequence, he is the deathless, the immortal.

The gods, because the universe came to be, and they were part of it, wanted then, in celebration, to offer a proper sacrifice. And they decided, who but he, the Primal Man, Purusha, should be the perfect sacrificial animal. He the very best of creatures and beings. Thereupon, they tied him with durva grass, and laid him out. The sacrifice then began. The oil they poured on the victim was spring, the fuel was summer, and our beautiful autumn, the gifts. The officiants were not only gods, but also the angels, the seers.