“Has the meeting
started?”
“Yes.”
“Shhh.”
“Sorry. Are you
sure?”
“Yes.”
“But nothing is
happening.”
“Shhh.”
“Sorry. But,
wait, why are you shushing me? Why the silence? What kind of meeting
is this?”
“This meeting was
scheduled three weeks ago.”
“Yes, I know, but
we don't seem to be doing anything.”
“Do you need some
more coffee?”
“No, thank you.
So what are we supposed to be doing?”
“We wait.”
“For what?”
“We always wait.”
“Is this a
'planes of meetingness' thing? Because that's been debunked as a
myth. There is no higher reality where minds and meetings merge and
coexist, it's all an hallucination brought on by stress and overwork.
And what's up with the plant? I heard you guys were bringing them up
here, I don't know why it's on a chair. Here, I'll move it to the
window...”
“Don't touch the
plant!”
“Oh my... I see
it! I see the realm of true meetingness! It's... It's so... It's full
of... It's full of dicks!”
“Is he dead?”
“He has departed
this world.”
“He has
ascended.”
“He is part of
the eternal meeting now.”
“Should I have
made decaf?”
“Good meeting,
everyone.”
