A former monk seconded my saying I’m the most settled I’ve ever been. He went on to say, So what’s wrong with us? What’s going to happen next? I seconded that sentiment. I make a statement, hopeful, optimistic; he seconds it. He reveals the shadow of our givens; and I second that. At least, we agree to both statements or do we? Depends which one wins out. He moved on away from monastic life years ago. I’m still a monk and we’re settled. And we ask the same question: So what is wrong? I don’t envy him his life. He doesn’t envy me mine. Seconds. No envy. None of that unique. We are just shards of glass from the same mirror on a mosaic reflecting back to the person who happens to pause and study this abstract, staring in wonder and surprise at a fragment of a face that looks content.