LETTERS FROM ABROAD
psychology, spreading over it a crust of deliberate lies. They have to subsist upon a continual supply of hatred, contempt, jealousy and lies and lies and lies!
I am afraid I shall be rejected by my own people when I go back to India. My solitary cell is awaiting me in my Motherland. In their present state of mind, my own countrymen will have no patience with me, who believe God to be higher than my country.
I know such spiritual faith may not lead us to political success; but I say to myself, as India has ever said, Even then—what?
The more I live in this country, the more I understand the true meaning of emancipation. It is for India to keep her breast supplied with the true amrita of wisdom, with which to feed the new-born age and nourish it into a mighty future.
The ideas to which politicians still cling belong to a past that is doomed. It is a wreck rushing towards annihilation. The West is beginning to have doubts about its shelter, but its habit of mind is preventing it from leaving the old shelter for a new one. But we unfortunate creatures are getting ready to jump into the stream and swim across to the sinking ship and fight for our place at its corner. Yet I know that our huts are safer than that doomed and drifting monster.
T long to live in the heart of the Peace. I have done my work, and I hope that my Master will
