Indira looked at me and began to grin. "Of course, Peter! Forgive me. Fred is always dear in my heart, and you are too, already. But you won't be here all the time, and neither is Fred."

      "Oh, what has this got to with anything?" I asked. "Where there are two, there may be three tomorrow. Once the principle is established that opens the door to infinity, all the boundaries become invalidated by this principle. If the miracle that binds us with its bond of love enfolds, where there are three people now, there may be four tomorrow. What would hinder this principle to enfold a thousand people into the same bond? Sure, this perception involves great challenges, but what are they compared to what the principle promises? A friend of mine kept telling me in such cases, what have the challenges got to do with anything? Do they change the principle? That is how my friend Helen would have answered your question. Also, she would have been right in saying this. I think she lives a wonderfully rich life on this infinite platform, which is the same kind of platform that you are alluding to. I have seen some of the birthday cards she had received. Her life appears to be richer than that of anyone I know, in terms of the greatest riches that we can possibly have, which is love."



      Indira began to smile again. "Peter, persons like you and Fred are so rare," she said. She shook her head saying this. "But you do exist, and by existing you do demonstrate the rule. Thanks for reminding me that there are no exceptions from the universality of the principle that makes the rule. But don't you think, Peter that the answer of your friend applies to you, too? Fred has told me a lot about what you have done and are still struggling to do. Fred told me that you are struggling to resolve the demarcation line that creates 'untouchables' on the marriage platform without destroying the union that has been established, but to strengthen it. That appears to be a much tougher task to fulfill than just staying away from the challenge of becoming involved with the riches of life as all the other people do. Are you saying to yourself, too, when the problems seem to be too great: What have those got to do with anything?"

      I answered her by squeezing her hand gently. "If I wouldn't be saying this to myself, I would have stopped struggling long ago," I said to her. "I would have surrendered to the status quo. But thanks to my friend Helen, the struggle continues and always will. We wouldn't be standing here if this weren't so. The struggle will continue until we all become richer without loosing one iota of good that we have ever cherished, that is real. Indeed, this may be an infinite challenge, because the nature of good is as infinite as its principle. This means that when we 'dream' of some great good to come into our life, our perceptions of it are still too small and too limited."

      "Maybe Fred send you here so that we can work out that impasse together," said Indira and squeezed my hand in return.



      She spoke in a tone of voice as if she had been as much surprised by this idea of infinite good as I been voicing it. As far as I could remember I had never perceived the nature of good in such terms.

     "You have helped me to realize that there is no need to ever get married the old way," Indira interrupted my pondering. "The old way is too small, considering that I am already married to all humanity on this new, universal platform. But you are married on the old institutional platform that creates demarcation lines. Maybe Fred wants to give us both a chance to experience what the real marriage platform enables on the personal level that uplifts the small and widens it as we uplift each other's life on the infinite platform in our own individual ways. Perhaps Fred meant that we do this together right here in Old Delhi."

      I thanked her for this lovely idea. I agreed with her that this might have been intended, knowing Fred and his habit of challenging people to uplift themselves to higher levels of perception. In this context Indira was probably right on the mark.

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