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considered a passive rather than proactive female and her victimized role would be considered shameful rather than honourable. In the litigious world of the west, her fiduciary duties as mother would include defending her rights and that of her children by bringing her case to public hearing and fair trial. Likewise, Rama’s treatment of Sita would be viewed as unethical and inhumane.
In the Critique of Practical Reason, Kant argues that the highest good is complete moral virtue together with complete happiness, yet the Ramayana has shown us otherwise. Yet, love of immortality and knowing the ultimately reality, Brahman- Atman, is the greatest source of light that aids us and guides us in attaining the highest ideals. This is the gift of Valmiki’s epic. Even if it were the dream of a blue rose, we shall dwell in Rama and Sita’s stellar orbit 3⁄4 ever near, ever so near Plato’s forms. Even if life were lived in the space of a fragile morning, we shall allow the purity of their love in the forest perfume our souls and dress our memories with their living musk petals 3⁄4 impelling us to caress their blessed silk 3⁄4 whose indelible ink sings to Keats’ “a thing of beauty is a joy forever...” as if Sita were drowning in Rama’s lengths of hair and spelling in his tresses:
“True love is wanting to possess the good forever...
For lovers it is giving birth in beauty, whether in body or in soul... For beauty is harmony with the divine...”
(Diotima to Socrates, Symposium, 206b-d)
Just as our beloved Persephone shall be eternally swallowed by earth for a third of all time, Mother Earth shall swallow Sita, forever. Forever, beloved Sita shall vanish from King Rama’s life, forever; but never from the ebb of our hearts, never. Never shall we forget her last words, never; neither in oblivion nor heaven, never. Sita’s truth and devotion is like a glorious rhizome 3⁄4 whole and ever expanding 3⁄4 always and all-ways true to her Mother Nature and essence. Sita’s last words will sing of her phosphorescent purity like an unwounded bird in early spring, they shall be immanent forage in the swearing of oaths:
“If it is true that I have not thought of anyone but Rama, O Mother Earth, open out to me.
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