[Too far from the Divine, Love seeks his truth
And Life is blind and the instruments deceive
And Powers are there that labour to debase.
Still can the vision come, the joy arrive.
Rare is the cup fit for love's nectar wine,
As rare the vessel that can hold God's birth;
A soul made ready through a thousand years
Is the living mould of a supreme Descent.
-- Sri Aurobindo, SAVITRI Book V: The Book of Love Canto II: Satyavan, Page 399]
Deepk Mishra, the eminent Oriya poet who passed away recently, once expressed his anguish over the fact that the sympathy and compassion contained in the creations of his fellow poets hardly gets reflected in their personal actions and behaviour.
This is aptly the test where an anchoring in spirituality scores over ephemeral ethics or romantic empathy. [TNM]