March 16, 1999, 2:25 A.M.
Fifteen rounds. While chanting I thought some day I might become aware that I’m making up for lost, wasted time—and I’d go on chanting beyond the mere sixteen minimum. But why don’t I do that now, see I am desperate, stay at the very heart of Krishna consciousness, call out to Krishna in the maha-mantra?

12:20 A.M., Valentine’s Day.
I love Krishna, Krishna loves me. I love Bhagavad-gita As It Is, and my spiritual master, Shrila Prabhupada, and he loves me. “I envy no one, nor am I partial to anyone. I am equal to all. But whoever renders service unto Me in devotion is a friend, is in Me, and I am also a friend to him.” (Bg. 9.29)

November 25, 1998, 12:00 Midnight.
«There is no doubt about Lord Krishna’s being the Supreme Lord, otherwise how is it possible for Him to kill a giant demon like Putana. . . and to overturn the cart, and uproot the Arjuna trees.» (Bhag. 2.7.27) All these activities would be impossible for anyone but the Lord Himself.