Our Reply

Asked to what he might attribute his

succès d'estime et succès populaire as

shamanistic spiritual giant, not to mention

probably the richest most belovèd chancellor

(as he’d been called) of wise advice for life which

had, by now, improved the views of everyone in every

quarter of the world, divesting them of every kind of strife –

he pondered for a minute and six seconds, twirled his flowing,

ever-elegantly untrimmed eyebrow hairs as if they bore the cares

and woes of which he had relieved so many friends and foes

throughout the decades of his holy work: he said, ‘well, it

amounts to this: the blessing of the gift that I’ve been

granted: my full lips.’ We took in what we could of

that intriguing cryptic message, and then asked

if he had any further tips. He said, ‘not really.’

Because we hadn’t given up our hope he

might say more, we tried to query him

again: ‘okay, so – ‘ But by then he

had arisen from his chair to go.

He warmly waved goodbye.

Our sigh was our reply.