Here's a weird one.
I was in a shop arguing with a hairy policeman about masks when there was a comedic crash, with breaking glass, spinning bin lids and everything. We looked around and espied Buddha sprawled amidst the wreckage of a display of crisps and pop. He looked like Keanu Reeves and sounded like Tom Baker.
Buddha disentangled himself, apologising in a grandiose fashion, moving in an awkward way that upset more and more shelves, and tried to exit the shop. Every step of the way caused him to trip or collide with something, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. He finally got to the door but banged his head on it and had to pause for a moment, stunned.
"I never expected the Buddha to be so clumsy," I said.
He looked at me with eyes filled with galaxies, rubbing the new lump on his forehead, and said to me, "spatial awareness isn't easy when you're at one with everything."
And through the shop window I could see that every person, every animal, every plant, every microbe, every molecule, every atom, every electron, every planet, star and galaxy, the whole universe, in fact, was laughing.
