I attended a mass meditation for some days
at Father Sculley's former monastery.
A large gathering would be more than 50. Humans are habitual. We like to think we walk into a room and sit by our own free will. We tend to occupy a cushion, and revisit that cushion. This continued for some days. I was due to leave within a day, and suddenly almost everyone walking into the room walked to a different cushion. Sat. Epiphany.
The powers that be had purposely sat us incorrectly. The rectification couldn't have happened, at least wouldn't have been as noticeable, had we not first been misplaced.
