For six days Prabhupada thrilled us, building a palpable connection to our own ancient history. His voice rose from deep silence on that hilltop, above the chirping of crickets and the lowing of cows somewhere in the dusk, and transported us back into time immemorial when the Absolute Truth was revealed to submissive ears…His mobile eyebrows bushy and strangely black. “Krish” like he’s crushing a succulent fruit—“na!” like a thunderclap over the hills, “Krish-na!” like an avalanche in a far ravine.