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The secret—if you can call it that—was simple:

Papaji had learned, somewhere in the long middle of his life, that happening is a kind of lie. We stitch events together like beads on a string and call it a story. But the beads are just beads. The string is just string. And the hands that hold them? Also beads. Nothing Ever Happened -life of Papaji-

“Papaji, tell me the most important thing that ever happened to you.” The secret—if you can call it that—was simple:

And every morning, he would smile—a smile that looked like a crack in a dry riverbed—and say: “Nothing.” Nothing Ever Happened -life of Papaji-

But here is what they did not see: