This is a good question to ask.  I like doing it.  I started this morning in Izy Coffee.  The barista said “I don’t know.”  A customer I like talking to said “It’s too early in the morning.”

On to breakfast at The Cobbler.  My server said “I don’t know.”  The chef shrugged her shoulders.

Where are the people with answers?

(I thought)

I was sad.  I wanted conversations.  Real ones.

I returned to the companionship of my food: small croissants with blueberry jam, two tiny chocolate buns, a jar of fruit, orange juice, a latté – all the ingredients for a lovely day … except human contact.

Two tables to my left sat a fellow, apparently of East Indian origin.  He was thoroughly wrapped up in his phone so I decided not to approach him.  But I was tempted.

Minutes later I yielded to temptation.  “Excuse me, sir, what is the meaning of life?”  >  “To love.” (Accompanied by a smile as wide as the world)

As so Deepak Rai and I embarked on a conversation of the Spirit.  He’s an orthopedic surgeon, here in Gent for a few days to learn a new technique for knee surgery.  Rai (pronounced “eye”) reflected on the difference he’s made with his patients, and the difference I’ve no doubt made with my students.  I talked about singing, and the joy it brings me.

Rai introduced me to a fellow surgeon, and to another physician.  They answered my question too!

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And all is well

In this vibrant universe

Each room is filled with us