Let us live in Savitri who shall give us the Truth and the things of the Truth. In Dreams for coming Things... by Marc Desplanque there is the flowering of new times that seem to be coming with the haste of the dreams. It could be the hour after the gods have woken up even when the dreams are fresh and glistening and bright. The artist says Savitri had remained for him "inaccessible, mysterious, colossal." But something suddenly happened and the mysterious and the colossal at once became accessible. The little adolescent that he was began to know how to paint with oil, and soon paintings came flocking. Colour after colour started glowing on the canvasses. But Time had to wait for Savitri. "Then, one day, the Door opened ajar. Surprised, I stepped forward prudently, lest it should be closed again. But, on the contrary, it went on opening wide... A hand was seen drawing the golden bars that guard the imperishable secrecies." And it was the discovery: "Savitri, the splendid poem, was a formidable book of images, of hundreds, of thousands of images. And, among all these images - further surprise - here and there, I could single out pictures I had painted a few years earlier. Obviously, we could rather admit that my paintings got adjusted with the images of Savitri. Lifting the human word nearer to the god's, Savitri unfolded itself. A key turned in a mystic lock of time. On these hinges of jade, the Door of Savitri began to turn." There in the courtyard of Savitri's house are plants and trees and flowers of every kind. They bear fragrances of every kind, and tastes and colours of every kind, green in every shade of the green and blue in every shade of the blue, and there are topaz sparkles, and there are singing birds whose songs bring melodies of the infinite and the wonderful. More than that, Nature is there at beauty's festival...