The day before yesterday, at 5 in the morning, I read a letter from T.F. which I hadn't had the time to read. I was all alone, concentrated, and two sentences came in answer to her letter, which I wanted to write down. I started writing, and I found myself writing with a tiny handwriting! I tried to make it bigger—impossible. Then I drew within, I looked, and I saw it was Sri Aurobindo who was writing! So naturally, I let him write.

It's not his handwriting, but not mine either! It's a sort of combination of both ... I had the same experience years ago, very soon after that "illness," when I began translating Savitri here. One day, while writing, it was he who wrote; it was his handwriting, that is, nearly illegible! So (laughing) I said, "No, I don't want it!" (Because it was illegible—if it had been clearer than mine, I'd have been happy!) And I stopped. But it came the day before yesterday, and it was ... I forget where I put that paper (Mother looks for it) . T. F. said in her letter her impression of who I am, and at the end she wrote, "If it is truly so, if I am not mistaken ..." So in answer to that, Sri Aurobindo came and said ... (Mother tries in vain to remember) . I don't remember the words.

It's strange, I can't remember.

(Here is the text, found later)

"Divine life in the process of evolution, the divine Consciousness at work in Matter—here is, so to speak, what this existence represents."

And at the same time, there was the clear vision, the very clear consciousness of the whole thing from the point of view of the earth's evolution: what's being worked out in the earth's evolution.