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1:10: <blockquote>'Behind the desk, there's a wall of pigeonholes, each one bearing a room number.  You sign the guest register and walk outside by a small fenced-in swimming pool and pass an ice machine and a laundry cart and walk up a stairway to your room.  You unlock the door and find rows of dead bodies stacked up to the ceiling.  Should you call the front desk to complain?  These things are hard to decide.  Courage and wisdom in conflict.  Rain falls on the roofs of the other motel rooms where your enemies sleep.'</blockquote>
1:10: <blockquote>'Behind the desk, there's a wall of pigeonholes, each one bearing a room number.  You sign the guest register and walk outside by a small fenced-in swimming pool and pass an ice machine and a laundry cart and walk up a stairway to your room.  You unlock the door and find rows of dead bodies stacked up to the ceiling.  Should you call the front desk to complain?  These things are hard to decide.  Courage and wisdom in conflict.  Rain falls on the roofs of the other motel rooms where your enemies sleep.'</blockquote>


2:10: Joe tells a story about hearing a story about 2 professors at
2:10: Joe tells a story about hearing a story about 2 professors at
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Buddhist order.  Joe accepted.
Buddhist order.  Joe accepted.


 
12:30: <blockquote>'You're alone in a motel room.  You've just finished driving from a town you left that morning.  Your room faces a parking lot, a field, with cars and trucks passing on the highway in the distance. You're tired and go into the bathroom, where you see glasses covered in plastic, each bar of soap individually wrapped, and a paper seal over the toilet.  You gaze into the mirror and hear a toilet flush in the next room.  The motels and gas stations and fast food joints all seem the same, and you get the feeling you're going nowhere, making no progress, traveling on a revolving road.'</blockquote>
12:30: <blockquote>'You're alone in a motel room.  You've just finished driving from a town you left that morning.  Your room faces a parking lot, a field, with cars and trucks passing on the highway in the distance. You're tired and go into the bathroom, where you see glasses covered in plastic, each bar of soap individually wrapped, and a paper seal over the toilet.  You gaze into the mirror and hear a toilet lush in the next room.  The motels and gas stations and fast food joints all seem the same, and you get the feeling you're going nowhere, making no progress, traveling on a revolving road.'</blockquote>
 


13:30: 'From the beginning and throughout the trip, I experienced
13:30: 'From the beginning and throughout the trip, I experienced