“Joseph! What are you doing here?” (see The Unknowable, Revealed?).
“Namaste,” Megan’s assistant replied. “I figured you weren’t the only one who needed a quiet and reflective week.”
Megan opened her mouth to retort “but who’s minding the office?” but instead said, “You tricked me into this Buddhist retreat. I have no intention of succumbing to a ‘spiritual awakening.’”
Joseph leaned back in the tan faux-leather backseat and smiled enigmatically. “The Universe has a way of helping us do the things we need to do.”
Megan rolled her eyes and stifled the “Bull shit” she was about to utter. The man infuriated her, and if he wasn’t such an excellent assistant, she would have fired him months ago. But he presented her with sparkling moments when logic and magic met; her life had certainly run more smoothly with his help.
“You signed me up for something I didn’t know you were signing me up for. That’s neither fate nor free will; it’s mind-bogglingly disrespectful of you.”
Joseph just sat still, eyes closed.
When the limo stopped in front of a simple two-story wooden lodge, Megan’s heart skipped a beat. Despite her orientation toward science and physics, she was going to keep an open mind. Although she dealt with details, not faith, her creative juices were revved up, perhaps prompted by the long-robed monk who now approached her.
“Keko,” Megan greeted, nodding also toward Joseph who now stood by her side. “Why do I have a feeling you two are in cahoots?”
Keko’s bald head rocked back as he laughed uproariously. “Go far enough west and you end up in the east, my friend. Science and mysticism cross paths constantly. Joseph has known this for eons.”
Eons? Megan mused. How old was Joseph? For that matter, how old was Keko?
“We’re as old as the rocks and the trees and the clouds in the sky,” Keko answered her silent question. “You know . . . physics and mysticism search for the same answers. How? Why? Where? And most importantly Who?”
“As a physicist, I search reality,” Megan insisted.
“And what, my esteemed friend, is more real than the soul?”
At that question, Megan realized with a shock of insight that Keko was correct. One only needed to dwell within to find the unknowable. She held a hand toward each man and said, “You’re right. I’ve ended up just where I needed to be.”