From time to time, when br I’ve been meditating, and br these things matter, I pick respectfully br the plastic flowers from their vase, br wash the vase, wipe the dust br off the leaves with a moist cloth, br dip the flower-heads in water br as one would give someone br a holy bath br br and then replace them in br a slightly new position in the vase, br a slightly new position on the table. br br absurdity and br something beautiful br have met and got along together rather well.