"He said 'What! For three days you have not made love to your wife?'

"But the oldest still laughed loudly and he said, 'Don't take him seriously – you don't know what he means by love. It is just like your orgasm. Before he goes to sleep he presses his wife's hand; that is his love-making. I have told him, 'Don't make much ado about nothing; it is not love. Even if you have not made it for three days there is no harm.''

"And he said, 'But you both talking about getting old makes me think that I am getting older; and certainly I am eighty-five. This morning when I was just starting to make love to my wife, she said 'What! What are you going to do?'

"'And I said, 'Is it something that has to be explained to you? I was just going to make love.'

"'And my wife said, 'You have made that nasty thing twice in the night.'

"'But I had completely forgotten! It seems I am getting older.'

"Your question reminded me of that story, and the story reminds me about the poor rabbi in England. I feel sorry for him but I also feel jealous: I would have loved to be in his place and expelled. That expulsion from being a rabbi is such an excitement. But nobody can expel me – I don't belong to any establishment.

"I don't belong to my own religion, so nobody can expel me. That's one joy I am going to miss.

"But I should not forget the question. In fact it is not forgetfulness; I simply drift away. I am not getting older, I will never get older. Yes, I will go on growing up, but growing up is not being old. To the very last breath I will remain as fresh and young as I have always been. But drifting is a totally different phenomenon.

"With each statement I am standing at a crossroads.

"I can move into any direction from that statement. don't have any idea to which road I am going to be attracted. I leave it completely to existence to take me wherever it wants. And again on each step is a crossroad."