I think about everything that’s been happening. In less than one month Srila Prabhupada has done the impossible: he’s laid the cornerstones for his main three temples in India, despite all odds: Naxalite bandits, floods, cold, heat, lack of money, envious opponents, unsupportive godbrothers, caste goswamis, a communist-leaning central government under martial law with strict rationing of construction materials, our shaky legal standing, and a handful of young but worn-out devotees. The lands we have acquired are so old, with so many contending proprietors, and so large and in such vital locations — to even think of owning these properties is almost surreal. We are recent arrivals on Indian soil, with very little organization or social standing. And yet despite these obstacles, Prabhupada’s unrelenting desire to please Krishna has somehow prevailed. He did it! Seeing all this from the inside — typing his letters, making phone calls, huddled with him in late-night strategy sessions — I am in awe. This is Superman beyond anything yet, and he is just getting started.