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<b>XIV</b></p>
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<b>ETERNAL YOUTH</b></p>
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This is about the time when you, the young, the children had not arrived here. 
The few of us who were here had grown up, many had become aged, even old, that 
is to say, had passed the middle age. I often wondered, well, we were here, had 
been growing up and becoming old, what would be the nature of this institution 
long after, 20 or 30 years after? Would it not be the home of a band of old men, 
of monastic sannyasis, an immobile structure without growth or evolution? 
However wise or accomplished we might be inwardly, even remain young or green in 
consciousness, however far might our vision stretch towards the unseen future, 
yet externally, in the midst of surrounding society, should we not become like 
an isolated island? One day the proof came through an interesting event. After 
mid-day meal I was taking a little rest lying on the bed, suddenly a baby burst 
out weeping by the road-side window just near my head, and that went on for a 
pretty long time. I could not hold my patience any longer, I got up and saw 
through the window a man standing by the side of the baby, perhaps its guardian. 
I said to him, &quot;Can&#39;t you silence the baby?&quot; That gave him the chance and the 
man burst out, &quot;What do you care? You do not keep children, neither will you 
have any, you are comfortably living in solitude—what does it matter to you?&quot; At 
that time I did not conceive that not only children, but hordes of them would 
invade, there was no fear of the blank that I was apprehending before me.</p>
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an unexpected manner, yet so smoothly the blank was filled up. In our 
institution or around it, there remained no room for a full stop, not even for a 
comma or a semicolon, a continuous unbroken line developed, beginning from the 
very old to the very young; an unbroken flow of age, way of life, 
consciousness—all that has been your contribution. How the young ones, the children, the parents of children,</p>
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arrived here, an 
account has been given by the Mother. This has been especially a gift of the 
war; when the ill omen of the comet appeared in the sky of India, that is to 
say, when there was the panic of bombing by the Germans, and the Japanese, even 
their advent in this country seemed imminent, then many thought that the only 
safe place was at the feet of the Mother at Pondicherry. Therefore their 
solicitations reached the Mother. The Mother said that it was not possible for 
her to refuse them. So the doors of the <i>achal<font face="Times New Roman">&#257;</font>yatan</i> were opened and you came in!</p>
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But all this is external. It was like this from the outside— but there was an 
internal necessity, an indispensable necessity.</p>
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The young brought in their youth, that is to say, a new vital force and that 
turned out to be an asset of the atmosphere here. For them the Mother had to 
open the school, the gymnasium; the playground had to be prepared. Under the 
influence of that green new life, dry branches flowered, as it were, in the 
external life also of us, who were the old. Almost after 20 or 25 years, at the 
age of 60,1 had to join the play ground and do gymnastic drill, and I am 
continuing doing that for these 12 years.... This is the fact of life not only 
of myself, this history of many old men is a speciality of this Ashram. Not only 
in respect of the body, even in mental make up, there came youth, newness, for 
in order to teach children we had to learn the elementary lessons newly, and 
that brought new fertility to the brain, there can be no doubt about it. Even 
from the side of education, by teaching young people, the elders do not get less 
benefit.</p>
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Besides you have made other contributions also. About this I have told you 
elsewhere already. The Mother&#39;s creation is not an isolated construction, that 
is, it is not a community self-satisfied, self-sufficient, separated from the 
common universal life. The Mother&#39;s work encompasses the whole world, it aims at 
a transcendence taking up the young and old, the men and women of the Ashram as 
well as the whole human race. We work for the emergence of a great human race 
out of this human race and as a consequence a new development</p>
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of the whole 
creation—therefore we require a community which will be representative of the 
whole human race—that is to say, what is not here is nowhere else in the world—a 
complete sample of the whole earth, the whole human race. How various are the 
elements which constitute this earthly life, our institution will be a picture 
of that, a laboratory, as it were, for new creation, which element has to be 
purified, transformed in which way, which has to be rejected altogether—all this 
is being experimented. What has been accomplished here has created a 
possibility, a beginning in the whole earth, in the whole human race.</p>
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is thus that the appearance and coming of the young is going on daily, that is 
to say, the future is coming to us with its possibility—still there is something 
more.</p>
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have spoken about the indispensable necessity of youth —fresh life and living 
aspiration, that is the contribution of the young.... But what is lacking there, 
what has to be acquired is a peaceful and quiet mind and a wider consciousness. 
With strong vitality there must be pure luminosity, with motion there must be 
vision. It is this that is the contribution of old age. With long experience 
comes wisdom, with wisdom knowledge—consciousness progressing gradually becomes 
settled understanding. It goes without saying, that simply age does not mean 
wisdom, similarly simply youth does not mean progress—that is, not always or 
everywhere.</p>
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Bankim has said, &quot;Are years only the measure of time?&quot; So youth or old age 
cannot be judged merely by years. It is seen that old age has come in youth, 
that youth is retained in old age,—such instances are not rare. Certainly you 
will remember the picture drawn by the Mother—the picture of the supramental 
boat. There the Mother could not find the well-known old people—all there were 
tender or young, the old could come there only by becoming young. But one should 
remember that supramental youth is the youth of rich and ripe consciousness. May 
be that is something higher than both youth and old age.</p>
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