After reading her letter I became angry and wondered what kind of miracle from heaven this was. What kind of test or salvation was headed my way? Then I realized the truly unattached response to the situation should've been my reaction. Or at least it would've been if I had been on some truly unattached path, some unattached path of loving God, desiring nothing but the Self within.

Dear John,

I just found out about your decision concerning school last week. I wish I could be as bold as you and cut out all the stuff I hate. There's my job, and then there's my family. My family life is all right and my job could be worse. But I don't want to get into all of that right now.

I do want to talk about you.

You appear to me as someone destined for great things, not to jinx you! But you're just now beginning to go in the right direction, your real journey has just begun, and that must be awesome. I mean, you've got your job, and you've got your weekend hobby that you do: your writing shows so much raw potential and ideas. My friend showed me some of your college stuff, really cool. And it's like you're just now beginning to realize it, but you're emerging now as who you really are . . .

I'm listening to some of my favorite jams now, as I always do when thinking of you.

You're an inspiration, John . . .

I just hope you're not planning on throwing away my future letters.

P.J.

She's brought up one of the most important things I've ever done. Somehow she knows about it: I quit school. I haven't told anybody about that yet. It just makes me wonder how she knows. (Maybe her mutual friend told her. But I don't think she and I have a mutual friend.)