“Heavens to Betsy! I can’t slow
down enough to say I’m cold and the
stars are out. They never went to the moon–
even one star, although millions exist. How can
they say there is no life? I swam warm summers
in the canal behind my parents’ home in
Avalon and looked up into the immense distance
in the summer of ’66. O Swamiji,
I hear your voice even in my parental home,
I want no more LSD, and no more to identify with the
body. He had an oceanic smile, but
the Harvard grad student couldn’t see it.
No. We live in our own world of swami adulation. We couldn’t expect them
to follow us.”
Satsvarupa das Goswami - Last Days of the Year (December 1994)
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