Books

Midway through, a neighbor lady came in from the house next door. She stood respectfully in the distance listening to what I was saying. Then she left and she came back with a book, and she walked around the desk and put the book right beside me. It was Autobiography of a Yogi. Now, if somebody had given that to me two weeks before, I'd have looked at it and I'd just tossed it. Well, obviously, very different relation. And I was reading The Phenomenon of Man by Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin. And this was all really cool and wonderful, but there wasn't anything that could be measured.