In the teacher's lounge, the one who invited me, Gede Denny, got out a guitar and played San Francisco (If you come to SF be sure to wear flowers in your hair, Though it's not a favorite song of mine, I thought he did an awfully good job. We talked about a bunch of stuff including Hinduism and Buddhism some and, as usual here, it was easy to get beyond the irritating literal level and leave unexamined beliefs behind.
The fifth guy I had a hard time getting to say what he planned to go into. Undecided" That's fine but not that either. Finally he muttered, maybe ashamed, that he wanted to be a mechanic. I thought about how competitive the fields the others wanted to get into were and how there's too much of everything here so that the place is full of stores, hotels, restaurants with employees standing around waiting for customers, constant closings and openings, empty buildings with for lease signs or no sign. I recalled all the times I've seen being a mechanic make someone welcome when otherwise there was no time or room for anyone else. I thought about the glut of vehicles here. Suddenly the dull one seemed - maybe not the smartest but the wisest.