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After lunch we sit outside on the stone steps nursing half pint mugs of ale. It's a grand tradition in this bucolic environment, and it makes for great conversation. Who doesn't feel comfortable in a place like this? It's arguably even more inviting on a blustery winter's day as you warm yourself inside by an open log fire playing darts and sipping beer while listening to the driving rain playing staccato on the window panes.
She says how great the place is, how it offers a great experience, to which I counter (after a moment of silence for emphasis) "Perhaps it's you who's the source of your experience, for which this place is at best simply its background like a movie set.". "Hmmm!" she says demurely, almost dismissing me, leaving me wondering if she got it.
And then I see her eyes lock on to something je ne sais quoi in the middle distance, and she pauses, looking back at me, starting to ask a question, then stopping pre-sentence, her face suddenly lit up and beaming. She says nothing as her head nods up and down in a silent "A-Ha!". "She does get it" I think to myself. It's these moments which are the best. It's these moments which are priceless. They're the moments when people get it by getting it ... and no further explanation is required.