Chapter 1October 7, 1972

And your eyes?

I can’t stop the work; everything is programmed I’m not worried...

(Satprem reads to Mother some passages from the conversation of August 30 for the next “Notes On

the Way.”)

That’s all?

Will it do, Mother?... I’ve cut quite a few things out, but do you think what’s left is all right?

It’s very personal.

I’ve cut a lot already; but, you see, if you remove all the personal parts, nothing much remains....

(Laughing) Nothing at all remains!

For instance, when I answer your question about whether I still use the thinking process, I don’t consider myself a “person,” I’m simply a human “representative” whose answer may enlighten others. It may help other people.

Oh, certainly!

But that’s all I have for the Bulletin, I have nothing else.

It’s enough! The November issue is always thinner anyway.

Yes, but also you don’t say much. You haven’t spoken much about your experience lately.

I can’t speak.

Besides, I have nothing to say.

!!!

What’s here is just.... It’s like this (gesture of offering, hands open). Truly that’s how it is, I have nothing to say.

A possible formulation would be: constantly, constantly as if on one hand I were telling the Lord, “What do You want me to do?”, and on the other hand....

(silence