Leaving before sunrise on the first ferry on the final day of retreat, someone asks me, What does it mean to be stuck in the absolute?
First, I am surprised by the question, in the darkness and chill.
I take a sip of tea.
Then, the answer is obvious:
To be stuck in the absolute is to be stuck where you are not. And to be stuck in the relative is to be stuck where you are.
I take another sip of tea.