Then, for the first and last time, I walked along Queens Boulevard into Manhattan to the U.N. It is very bad to walk that way into Manhattan. There were so many undivine things, but the noise of the cars was the worst. It killed me. Why did I have to listen to so much noise? I took an oath that it would be the last time.
RB 883. 23 June 1985↩
From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and become, become and run, part 17, Agni Press, 1986
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