“At what point should we expect the contact with the universe to become deep and personal?”
The red-haired man in the corner had asked the question. He always sat in the corner of the talks and always asked a stupid question. I could feel my lips curl… As a field officer in this particular mystical organisation, I had the notional responsibility for making sure such events went smoothly; and that such dumb questions were kept to a minimum.
I half turned from my reserved seat at the front and shot him a look – the kind of look that said, listen, fella, you should know better…
He always sat in the rear left corner, always asked the kind of question to which you could not supply a clear-cut answer. Deep and personal! Who did he think he was, a guru or something?
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