When speaking with another I sometimes put
my own meaning into the others words.
And sometimes it turns out other than intended,
maybe intruding into a Fourth Dimension:
A reporter was interviewing a woman on her hundredth birthday. She seemed an extraordinarily vivacious sort of person who delighted in recalling her past. She had lived from the age of the covered wagon to the age of the supersonic jet, and she seemed eager to describe it all.
When the interview was over she still seemed eager to talk, so the reporter tried to think up some question that would keep the conversation going. “Have you ever been bedridden?” he asked.
“Oh dear, yes,” she said with a slight blush, “dozens of times. And twice in a haystack.”
(in Deviant Art)
Yesss, another De Mello,
"The Heart of the Enlightened"