bioflash: "Meditation"

Jakob sat still for an hour. He didn't feel any different.

He tried two hours, then three. Life became a calm, clear river, yet
he wasn't satisfied. To be a perfect being--that's what Jakob wanted.

So he sat, in stubborn rigidness, for ten straight hours. Exhausted,
his eyes opened to a table of Englishmen drinking tea.

“Welcome to our perfect place.”

“What,” Jakob ventured, “do you all do?”

“We sit. We drink. We speak kindly about our Queen.”

“Why?”

With that word he fell back into his basement suite, feeling less
than perfect, and happily so.

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