But the most amusing thing is that after six months, one day my teacher opened his lips to speak about some planes of metaphysics. And six months absence of teaching and going every day such long distance had made me so eager. I took my notebook out and was beginning to write. As soon as I took the notebook my teacher passed to another subject, again to vegetables, fruits, and flowers. And I understood that it did not please my teacher. He did not want me to be so impatient. He did not want me to write in the notebook something that should have been written on the heart. That was the test of the ancient teachers.