29 April :
29th April, 1898 :
MY DEAR JOE JOE,
I have had several attacks of fever, the last being influenza.
I have had several attacks of fever, the last being influenza.
It has left me now, only I am very weak yet. As soon as I gather
strength enough to undertake the journey, I come down to Calcutta.
In case the plague breaks out in Calcutta, I must not go anywhere; and
you start for Kashmir with Sadananda. .... What enlightens your insides
on a dark night when the Fire God, Sun
God, Moon God, and Star Goddesses have gone to sleep? It is hunger that
keeps my consciousness up, I have discovered. Oh, the great doctrine of
correspondence of light! Think how dark the world has been all these
ages without it! And all this knowledge and love and work and all the
Buddhas and Krishnas and Christs — vain, vain have been their lives and
work, for they did not discover that "which keeps the inner light when
the Sun and Moon were gone to the limbo" for the night! Delicious, isn't
it?
If the plague comes to my native city, I am determined to make
myself a sacrifice; and that I am sure is a "Darn sight, better way to
Nirvâna" than pouring oblations to all that ever twinkled.
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