34O THREE MONTHS' HOLIDAY AFTER WAR Now, when I send something to the southern sector, I know that it will reach its destination. We have nothing more to fear from climatic mishaps. Now that January and February are past, our enemies can give up the hope of our suffering the fate of Napoleon. They've lost nothing by waiting. Now we're about to switch over to squaring the account. What a relief! I've noticed, on the occasion of such events, that when everybody loses his nerves, I'm the only one who keeps calm. It was the same thing at the time of the struggle for power, but at that time I had the luck to be only thirty, whilst my opponents were twenty or thirty years older. Here in the Wolfschanze, I feel like a prisoner in these dugouts, and my spirit can't escape. In .my youth I dreamed constantly of vast spaces, and life has enabled me to give the dream reality. Ah, if we were at least in Berlin ! Space lends wings to my imagination. Often I go at night to the card-room, and there I pace to and fro. In that way I get ideas. My finest headquarters, when all is said, was Felsennest. At the Wolfschlucht, the place wasn't very safe, and I had constant eye-ache because of the caustic emanations given off by the fireproofed wood of which the barracks had been built. The third of our headquarters was quite simple, but very agreeable. Unfortunately, it was so damp there that we'd all have ended by falling sick if we'd stayed there. The fourth, which was intended to be our genuine headquarters, I saw only in a photograph. They made exactly what I didn't want, a castle—and that's the main reason why I refused to settle there. When peace has returned, I'll begin by spending three months without doing anything. Our soldiers themselves should have a holiday. I'll immediately resign the command of the Wehrmacht. I'll at once send for Speer again. All our war-time administrative services will be reduced to their simplest terms. Even the Four Year Plan will be reduced to a more modest scope of activity. I'll pass it over to the Ministry of Economics, by the way. What counts is to organise the work
CREATION—PROVIDENCE—CHRISTIAN DOGMA 34! properly, and to see that everywhere we have the right man in the right place (English expression in the original). I shall be glad to know that the petit bourgeois ideal of a nation squeezed between the Elbe and the Weser is receiving its death-blow. A new youth is there, avid to make the world's acquaintance, ready to carry on. 163 27th February 1942, midday Laws, man-made and natural—God and the religions— Force and torture impose belief—The true religion— Truth will triumph—Towards a new conception of the world. I believe that Providence gives the victory to the man who knows how to use the brains nature has given him. The notions of law invented by the jurists have little to do with natural laws. The wisdom of nations sometimes expresses truths as old as the world, that perfectly reproduce nature's intentions. "God helps him who helps himself!" It's obvious that man forgets his own destiny. One day I explained to Eltz that what is conventionally called creation is probably an immovable thing, that only man's conception of it is subject to variations. Why doesn't God give everybody the possibility of understanding truth? Every man of average culture knows that at this precise moment the Catholic religion is of interest to just one tenth of the population of the globe. He's astonished, too, that Providence, which has willed all that, can allow so many religions, all true from the point of view of those who practise them, to compete for the faith of the faithful. He knows, too, thanks to the view in depth that history enables him to take, that the Christian religion interests only those living in a tiny period of the life of mankind. God made men. But thanks to original sin we are men in the image of our world, earning our bread in the sweat of our brow. For five hundred thousand years, God impassively contemplated the spectacle of which He is the author. Then one day He decided to send upon earth His only son. You remember the details of that complicated story !
Vaishali Shah has visited many places to promote our Indian cultures. On the holy Makar Sankranti day this year the traveler Vaishali Shah was fortunate to be at the haveli of Mahaprabhuji. The journey to Champaranya was so refreshing and beautiful.