Chapter 5September 14, 1971

twisted, nothing is clear. I have never (my God, I’ve been here a long time), I have never seen that to such a degree, with such a terrible restlessness. And my body is aware that if it loses the inner calm for one minute, it will fall very sick. It’s just like this (gesture suspended on a crest), as though it were about to tip over into a pit.

It’s disgusting. Only one solution (Mother spreads her arms) – an imperturbable calm.

It’s a concrete calm. Curious. It’s concrete. It’s as if you could touch it (Mother presses the palms of her hands on an invisible rock).... It’s curious.

(Mother goes into the Calm for a half hour

while holding Satprem’s hands)

Do you feel how concrete it is?

Yes, yes, it’s massive.

(Sujata’s visit to Mother. The day before, Sujata had gone to the Cazanove gardens, in the suburbs of

Pondicherry, to see the tombstones of Pavitra and Amrita.)

(Sujata:) Yesterday I went to visit Cazanove.

Oh, why?

To see Amritada and Pavitrada.... You know, nothing has been done, no work until now to cover the tombs, in two years.

How are they?

They are covered with “Sri Aurobindo’s Compassion,” and near the head, there is a slightly broken pot with “new creation,” and near the feet a pot of “devotion,”89 the same for both.... I found that very nice, but nothing has been done.