Let me now wait a little while. As a friend of mine said to me back in 1925 in London—I said, “Matt”—his name was Matthew—”I said, Matt, why don’t you become more interested in things of this nature?” For his father had introduced me to The Light of Asia and the Bhagavad Gita and things of that sort. He said, “No, I’m only 21, and when I get old enough like my father”—father was then 50—”when I get an old man like my father, then I become interested, if then. But I want to live first.” When I came back to New York City and he went off to India as a tea taster, a letter came from his mother about 6 months later after he went to India saying that Matt died. He caught some kind of a fever, and then in no time flat Matt was gone. No tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow—he wasn’t hungry. He wanted the things of this world. He wanted all the things that, well, he thought young people should have. He wanted the sex world, he wanted money, he wanted position, he wanted honor—all his ambitions realized. But this? No, that can take its time.899 ¶29