John’s Restful Area

I was using the elevator for a change and John got on.
The doors closed and he stopped the elevator.
Don’t be alarmed, he said, I just want to talk to you.
You could come over later, I said.
I need to talk to you now.
I’ve made a discovery.
About myself.
I found a part of myself that has no meaning.
Do you know what that is?
What is it?
It is you.
What do you mean?
We all know it but no one talks about it. There is no inherent meaning in you. Not that you are flat but that there is that
portion where there is no meaning. It disturbs most people when they find it. They think they are falling into an abyss. But the idea of an abyss is the wrong interpretation of that place.
So what do I do with it?
Don’t interpret it. Just live with it and see what happens next.
What’s going to happen?
I don’t know.
Oh… you don’t know?
I don’t know what is going to happen to you. But you have to trust that place, that restful area. It won’t do you any harm. It has been with you all along, no? After all, it is you.
Oh. Thanks. I guess I’ll wait and see what happens.
John released the elevator and we continued down to the garage, each to his Mini-Cooper.