As a part of the Interfaith Conference, Mariah, the priestess of the goddess of flowers ended up sharing a hotel room with the mother superior of an order of ascetics.
That morning, she found her roommate perched on top of the night stand, holding a pair of burning candles.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Perfectly adequate, thank you,” The ascetic replied.
“That doesn’t look comfortable.”
“Meditation isn’t supposed to be comfortable.”
Mariah, whose idea of meditation involved sitting in a quiet garden, possibly followed by tea, processed this new information.
“Alright. I’m going to get breakfast. Do you want anything?”

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