Here I take a different approach. While the IQ scores are reported to be rising, the modernity also makes us lose some of the abilities of our brain. We no longer want to do mental work; we want to depend on calculators and computers. Our parents and grandparents, in the east and the west, did mental arithmetic as a matter of course. Their minds were trained to do so. Now, calculators are allowed in the examination rooms (at least in the Western countries) so that the students no longer need to depend on their memory work of the Tables (pahaRas in Hindi).
In some unplanned moments in human history a sudden strange surge of silences becomes enfleshed. The people call it a “saint.” The enfleshment ends but silence continues so that many pilgrims may journey to immerse themselves in the pools left in the chambers where silence was thus “born” and had a dwelling. Impelled, uninvoked, from the depths of some unknown ocean, the high tide of an irrepressible urge to silence comes welling up to sweep at the shores of some open-stretched-out minds, and leaves its overwhelming imprint of a quiet power behind.
A painful physical condition grants me many advantages and benefits, such as these: preservation and intensification of energy, come and sit in silent meditation, attachment to books and writing, practice to go very quickly to those intense places within which are centres beyond the reach of pain and physical discomfort
This is 9th June  morning at the ashram in Rishikesh – 5:20 am here. The sky is full of sounds – birds’ songs, so rich – of which I sent you all a cassette at one time. The intruder into the bird songs is the cawing of crows that is loud, imperialistic, uncaring . . . but the birds continue to sing. I hope that during this recording no other loud sounds will be heard. If they are heard, please ignore them. I should have done this recording an hour and a half ago, but the momentum of working the Yoga-sutra II.52 was vibrant, and I continued typing, and now I am a little late. And I do want to put this into the mail so that it gets to Minneapolis and from there gets to Calgary. Calgary, a place I’m really very, very fond of. In terms of seriousness of studies it is only second to Germany where people are really serious. On the other hand, I may be doing injustice to others who do study and don’t want to bother me with questions because they are capable of answering themselves. This is also true of Calgary, but I am happy for any reason to communicate – a teacher of silence who loves to speak. Perhaps I will close with that theme at the end.
What determines the last desire(s) is a question full of complexity. Who knows why one wants to see only that one special child, or wants to eat papaya before dying. From when the seed of such desire lay hidden in him cannot be determined. This also has another dimension. The Gurus are known to fulfil a disciple’s remaining desires before making him enter Samadhi so that these desires would not frustrate his internal journey. A great deal can be written or said about this fact.
On a dark night with intense love burning, Oh good fortune! I departed unnoticed, And, My house was all stilled... ... leaving all cares forgotten among the lilies. Three thousand years before St. John the Rishi of the Veda sang also a hymn to Night, That Is Dawn, in eight stanzas.