# one almost felt they knew them ir shifting afternoon moods ir private inner directed gestures to the world portrait of another sentient space being so finely tuned in it's unadorned humanism one sensed the gentle presence of a familiar yet still sublime and mysterious acquaintance inspiring independent thoughts beyond the immediately apparent how sad then to realize over the following months while in retreat at the secrete and labyrinthine monastery the quiet spiritual betrayal that could seal both ir cosmic fates // republic of bob