Time to return home from silent retreat. I place all my good intentions inside an invisible blue Tiffany box and bring this little package home with me (where, in fact, some of these intentions are implemented) . Insight is instructive. But action is intrinsic to change.
I wish I could conclude with a story of major transformation. Here’s the best I can do: On the plane ride home, I sit next to a professional calligrapher. She gives me a name tag, and asks that I write my first and last names. My Roman Script is neat and uninspired. Then she rewrites my name in an elaborate Sanskrit script. One moment I am somebody ordinary and familiar. Then, using identical components, with a different slant, my identify slips into the silent spaces between exotic letters.
Everything changes.
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