April 19, 1964
(From Satprem to Sujata)
Paris
… People are miserable in the midst of their wealth, their faces are hard and closed, they are harassed…. There are fine beings, but all their energy is devoured by this devouring life – I will never come back here, I don’t belong here, I’ve never belonged here! The best of their ideal is as aggressive as they themselves are – I like them, but they are thousands and thousands of miles away from any true truth, it will take them many centuries to broaden a little. At any rate, it is clear that no book, no word will be able to change that, another Power is needed. I will nonetheless write that Sannyasin, but afterwards nothing but tales or poetry.
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