I was meditating in the quiet library one day. I heard something snoring. It made me giggle quietly to myself. I figured a cat or dog must have gotten in and was snoozing behind a bookshelf. It’s happened before. The snoring turned to rhythmic, predictable burps. What was going on? I looked around as covertly as possible. Walking in front of the Buddha shrine, arms folded behind her back, was a plump Thai girl. I watched her lips and mouth as she walked. Every few steps, a loud burp escaped her. Then it turned into a snoring sound, deep in her throat. She walked on, seemingly unperturbed, and I made myself look down at my feet again. She just kept on, these strange burps and snores escaping her throat and echoing off the marble floors of the silent library. A few other people looked up to see where the noise was coming from. It occurred to me about halfway through that hour- “Wow. She’s just trying to breathe. Something (physical? psychological?) was blocking the passage of air into her lungs, and she sounded like a frog croaking at night. And then, the strangest thing happened. She sighed, and she sounded exactly like a woman, a tired, perhaps frustrated, woman. I couldn’t believe it. The sound was so feminine, so utterly different from the croaking and burping, that it was like two people living in her body at once.
3) Two in One