[. . .]At the end he said, we can just look at a flower. As he was saying that the room became luminous and the green walls and green curtains covering the bookcases, began to glow and time escaped into the background. He rolled his head to the window and then back at the flower. When I looked at the flower it was a mystical, diamond-light giving, cosmic, offering that transcended the ordinary sense faculties. When I left I thanked him for the flower. [. . .]

[. . .]I didn't have anything to say. We began talking, & I was struggling. In the course of talking with him, he said, "the past doesn't matter, the future doesn't matter, only the present matters. . .," we were silent & he said, "even the present doesn't matter." [. . .]