have met the master of that art form sometimes referred to as an
'appearance of listening'. I bow low in her presence and understand
how much I have yet to learn.
In my own amateur
fashion I have responded to the accusation of practicing this art form
with vehement denial. I have done this sometimes by encouraging an
opinion of me that suggests declining mental acuity. I have too
embarked upon diplomatic offensives geared toward determining what it is that I
did not hear. And often I have resorted to the defense of incoherent
sentences and misplaced pauses in an attempt to deflect an accusation that
I have practiced an 'appearance of listening'.
Now I accept 'appearance of
listening' as a pure form, and as such it demands a respectable place in the
completeness of an adventurous life. And no
longer need I deny being a practitioner. Instead I
should glory in it as the masters do.
Here I have placed a mirror in my room so that
I might experiment with facial expressions that describe blissfulness,
because when challenged that is how the masters consecrate this art.