Last time [[During the last conversation, Mother went into a deep trance, quite oblivious of the time. ]] I realized that I hadn't had such a silent contemplation for months, maybe, I am so overwhelmed with work - work which consists in writing birthday cards, signing, seeing people.... On Monday, in the afternoon, I saw thirteen "birthdays"; yesterday there were twelve of them; tomorrow, there will be another twelve.... You understand, the number of people is increasing, and they come from everywhere; some even come from Africa for their birthdays.... That makes about two thousand a year, which is how many a day? page 171 , Mother's Agenda , volume 7 , 10th Aug - 1966