Chapter 7October 24, 1970

In Auroville?

(silence)

Or you could ask A., Mother, he knows all the Germans who come here.

A. isn’t much of a psychologist. It’s better to wait and be sure. Ah, I am listening.

Do I still read you? Aren’t you tired?

No, no.... I’ve noticed this: I no longer know what it is to be tired – even physically.

There has been a tremendous change, but it’s not yet... I can’t say anything about it.

(Satprem reads)

(Mother translates a few fragments from Savitri which were chosen for her.)

A miracle of the Absolute was born, Infinity put on a finite soul, All ocean lived within a wandering drop, A time-made body housed the Illimitable. To live this Mystery out our souls came here. ........... A figure sole on Nature’s giant stair, He mounted towards an indiscernible end On the bare summit of created things.

II.I.101-102 That’s really good. It’s a pity it was cut into small bits!

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