This following update turned into a combined short story slash observational essay. It’s worth the read if you have the time…
During conversations over the last few months, I have observed myself avoiding explicit statements of truth with a shocking indifference.
Sitting uncomfortably in a medium sized room overflowing with the middle-aged well-dressed upper middle class, I notice that a circular window symmetrically framed the podium for this evening’s lecture on Evolutionary Enlightenment. The room is normally used for these sorts of presentations when it’s not bathed in the silence of a group meditation. As most of us realised that the newly installed and recently broken down air conditioner would not relieve the swelling heat of a particularly hot spring evening, one of Andrew Cohen’s long-term devotees gave a noticeably long introduction – he was obviously filling time. Andrew Cohen was introduced as a man who never stops questioning, as someone who is always moving on to the next thing. His tardiness introduced him as a busy man from America.