At lunch over the paint bucket, Seamus, back from Thailand, said that Buddhism was a good way to die. Seamus had been a monk for six months and has come to the conclusion that the levels of awakening and end of formations (whatever the hell that is) all lead to a quiet death. Just a quiet death. That brought about an extended moment of silence.
Across the bucket, Artie began talking absentmindedly about the best skip-troweled patch he's ever done. The image doesn't leave his mind, he says. He can see the perfect patch like a map of an enormous world that hasn't been completely explored --land mass after land mass.
So I usually don't drink at lunch. And I didn't. But there is a wine bar down the street and I thought seriously about sneaking off for a glass of red wine and a contemplation of a peaceful death in some unknown country ... Artie's imaginary worlds on a wall.
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