Chapter 8October 28, 1970

That’s very good, it’s creative of the condition.

(silence)

Can’t speak (Mother shakes her head).

(Mother gives Satprem the message for the year 1971.)

Blessed are those

who take a leap

towards the future.

* * * (Mother tries to read with difficulty a few lines from Savitri written in large characters. These

passages are meant to be set to music.)

At times I read very clearly, and at other times...

There walled apart by its own innerness In a mystical barrage of dynamic light He saw a lone immense high-curved world-pile Erect like a mountain chariot of the Gods Motionless under an inscrutable sky. ................ Once in the vigil of a deathless gaze These grades had marked her giant downward plunge, The wide and prone leap of a godheads fall. Our life is a holocaust of the Supreme. The great World-Mother by her sacrifice Has made her soul the body of our state....

Of our human state.

(Mother repeats) She has made her soul the body of our state....

(silence)

So I had better try and read it out.

No, Mother, you’ll tire your eyes.

I don’t see clearly.

Yes, Mother, there’s no need to try.

If you aren’t tired sitting...

Oh, no, Mother!

We can stay another ten minutes. You’re not tired?

(meditation)

* * * Soon afterwards:

There’s a question regarding the English translation of my book. There are two possibilities for the title. In French it’s La Genèse du Surhomme [“The Genesis of the Superman”] and in English, T. proposes either “Superman in the Making” or “The Birth of the Superman.”

(after a long silence)

What do you prefer?

I don’t know, it seems to me that “Superman in the Making” might be a little better? I don’t know.

(after a long, smiling silence)

It’s a bit undignified.

Yes.