Between dreams, I had a reverie early this morning. As I was reading, I heard knocking. Later on I realized the sound must have actually come from the construction site next door, where banging goes on even on Sundays. When I opened the front door, I saw a man of about thirty. He was stark naked. He was dirty, and his long hair stuck out in every which direction. “I am a disciple of yours,” he said quietly. It was clear that he was cold and hungry, and I invited him into the house without a word. When I offered him a blanket, he declined it and sat on the floor crosslegged. This is where my reverie dissolved. Before falling asleep, I went once again through the litany of my highest ideals: to drop out without remainder, to get rid of all of my possessions, to sink back into nature… My disciple only showed me how far I got from my feeble teaching.