Chapter
14
Intelligence is seeing what is
J. Krishnamurti
An
Empty Seat
I had
been queuing for an hour or more. It was still early and there was dew on the
grass. The air was fresh and the sun was low in the sky to the east but gave
little warmth at this early hour. The fire which had been blazing the night
before was smoking and a few souls were still sitting there or lying in
sleeping bags, still asleep. The campers moved around the meadow which was
dotted with tents of varying size and colours, blankets around their shoulders
to keep out the cold. Those waiting patiently in the queue sat on folding
chairs in front of the huge marquee which housed 2,000 people when the Talks
began. After what seemed an eternity there were signs of movement...........................................................
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