MOTHER'S AGENDA

Vol. 3

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January 9, 1962
January 12, 1962
January 12, 1962
January 15, 1962
January 21, 1962
January 24, 1962
January 27, 1962
February 3, 1962
February 6, 1962
February 9, 1962
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February 17, 1962
February 24, 1962
February 27, 1962
March 3, 1962
March 6, 1962
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March 11, 1962
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April 3, 1962
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April 20, 1962
April 28, 1962
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March

March 3, 1962

Here's a strange aphorism....

Ah! .. Read it to me.

76 - Europe prides herself on her practical and scientific organisation and efficiency. I am waiting till her organisation is perfect; then a child shall destroy her.

That's embarrassing....

It's terribly embarrassing.

Let's pass it over in silence.

I would be curious to know what Sri Aurobindo meant by it.

I did know, but I hastened to forget it

I knew it when he was still in his body.

Once or twice it came back and each time I sort of (gesture) locked it away in a cupboard.

We'll see.

It's better left unsaid.

I once knew what he meant - right now I don't remember. [[Nine years later, Mother will remember and on December 11, 1971, find it, on the contrary, very good to say - for the time had come. ]]

***

After the work, concerning a note written by Satprem:

I don't want to tire your eyes with my abominable handwriting.

I can easily read your handwriting.

There's a big difference between people who think about what they write and those who write without thinking. With the latter, even when their handwriting is ostensibly clear, there is a faint cloud and I understand nothing - the words seem to dance. It's

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the same for speech; people who speak without thinking simply make a humming noise - the words pour out but I understand nothing.

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