I thought, Prabhupada, you said you’ll always be with me wherever I am. I thought, too, of unlimited horizons, of reaching my fist deep into the earth and, Srila Prabhupada, watching your eyes light up at the gleaming sun-red gems—and buying you a Rolls-Royce, maybe a satellite to broadcast your glories around the world. I’ll get that magnificent house in England, hang chandeliers, bring the queen to you for tea and talks so that you’ll come and live there with me again. And so the die of the next phase of my life was cast…Wounds healing, Saraswati and I headed east. It was time to chase some rhinos on my own.