
The guest
It is as ifyou came home and there he was,a stranger sitting in the room meditating.At first alarmed, then annoyed,and then resigned, you let him sit,because he didn’t seem to be doing any harm,and there was that light.You never really knew what he was thinking,but he was smiling, and the room was warm.After a while you rearrangedsome of the furniture around him.Then you took most of it out,except for chairs for the peopleyou invited over, to sit with him.Later, in your house full of light and mystified guests,you hardly noticed that he wasn’t there any more,his smile on a hundred faces…
The skinny
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