Now let me share with you what happened to him last Sunday [...]. Undoubtedly it was the night’s dream, but it’s dated the 12th of November, which was Sunday. He said, “I found myself in the Near East and judged by our standards, the Western standards of 1967, it was primitive, and yet it was undoubtedly, no question about it, a commercial and intellectual capital of its time. I was there for the sole purpose of listening to you. I only wanted to hear what you had to say. And you operated from a grain store, only grains. I made sure I would not miss one word that you had to say. Not only what you had to say, but I joined a crowd on the street following you when you gave a talk…even the chance remarks, the impromptu remarks, when I asked all the villagers to quote anything that they heard you say. It took weeks, in my dream it took weeks to carry on this listening to you and listening to what the villagers told me you had said. My earthly parents came because they were troubled about my welfare, and they came to investigate. I was completely indifferent to my earthly parents, completely indifferent, but they said, ‘It’s only fair if you will travel half way across the world to hear this man that we should listen.’ I can see my father sitting on a bag of grain listening to you, and then I saw that he was beginning to understand you. But I was completely indifferent to them.389 ¶10