Since Anton agreed with me fully, no further lengthy exploration of our task on the island seemed to be required. Nevertheless, I went on and told her everything that I knew about the subject and what Fred's expectations were. I also mentioned that I had told all this to Tony at this very spot, and what his reactions were, and about everything else that had come to light on this basis since our project of the island began.

      Anton and I spent almost the whole day in dialog like that, that was interrupted only by lunch. We didn't stop until she felt she had caught up with everything she had missed, even the essence of Steve's big speeches and the fun he had with exposing the impasses that I struggled with during my early experiences with Helen.



      In the evening, once again, it became time for celebration.

      "As we reach for the mountain top," Indira commented after supper, "we should not forget the footsteps that brought us to the base of the mountain, even the seemingly small ones. The CSB days that are deeply intertwined with our needs as human beings to find great riches in ourselves, great enough for us to share with a profound joy, need to remain alive in our hearts. They need to remain alive in the celebration of what created them and what came out of them. I think this aspect is a part of the logic of Plato's allegory of the cave. This means that we must ask ourselves again and again what defines the reality of our world and the shape of the universe of universal love? Do the shadows that we so often behold and try to relate to, no matter how ominous they seem, constitute that reality, or are they but shadows? We must ask ourselves again and again what footsteps we must yet take to free ourselves from the still too narrowly perceived perceptions of our world, and so come to understand the processes behind the perceived finity that is conjured up by perceived limitations and acceptance of that finity?

      "I think, as we continue to uplift society in this manner," Indira continued, "and people begin to see with the Mind what the senses cannot convey, nor ever have conveyed; as people look beyond the limits that confront them paradoxically; they become more and more like the prisoner who has shed the iron chains and understands the processes that create illusions that are all too often perceived as reality. Then, step by step, the whole human society can become evermore truly free and find this freedom reflected in its ability to meet the human need until in time the very concept of a need itself fades into the realm of the world's forgotten history. Then society becomes human and finds in its life, and in its world, that the most ordinary becomes indeed extraordinary; that melodies become music, and music becomes uplifted in the swell of great symphonies the likes of which may not be heard anywhere in the universe as far as we know, except on this planet. When such miracles begin to happen on a universal scale throughout the planet, and in countless different forms of culture and industry, how incredibly rich are we going to discover ourselves to be in our humanity, as indeed we truly are? I cannot think of anything greater to celebrate, than this unfolding self-discovery. Contrary to what the sages say who see themselves as spiritual beings on a journey in a material universe, I come to realize that we are divine beings on a journey in a spiritual universe. Nothing else is real. Nor do we need anything else to be satisfied."



      Indeed, it was appropriate that this kind of celebration was unfolding and in such a rich measure, in which the idea of the universal marriage of mankind, built on universal love and universal sovereignty, was coming to light as an object for celebration. It also seemed appropriate that it was unfolding amidst some of the most magnificent scenery in the world, both above and under the sea. I just couldn't figure out which scenery was grander, the physical or the mental one. It further seemed appropriate that this celebration was unfolding with such a magnificent bunch of people assembled together that I all dearly loved.

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