The last student enters the room. He is pleased to see the professor has not arrived. Yet. He takes the last seat & he unloads some papers from the bookbag he brought. From the front pocket he retrieves a handful of pens. In that handful there was a marker. He puts the marker back into the bookbag. He pulls it out again, “to doodle,” he thinks. Three seats across a beautiful girl in her early twenties, thick dark glasses, long thick curly hair, brushes back her threads to expose full eyesight. She has already begun taking notes. The hallway is quiet. The classroom has whispers and chair readjustements. A spider hides in the corner. The professor walks in, papers are flying. A briefcase not quite closed. A trail of papers. If one were to look down the hallway from where he came one would see a trail of papers stretching back to the room in which he came out from. The Last of The Readjustments. “Good morning class. How are you, how are you feeling? Good. Excellent? Good. Today we will think about this, tangibly somehow with concrete expression: what if we were to be told that opposite states are simultaenous, as in to have one is to have both. For example, if we were to be told, in a sense, there is no such thing as happiness. Neither that nor is there sadness. As in, there is, so to speak, no spectrum of degree between opposites, that if one understands or feels in a state of happiness one also knows, simulatenous, the equal state of opposite in sadness. To be told, in a way, we are better off believing in wholeness at all times. That our “states” will always be 50% of the truth. To say, and this will help, that if one is happy sadness can be had at the ready–it’s not even around the corner, it’s closer than the corner, it’s literally right there–and if one is sad happiness is right there too, And further, we are told, if we were told, thinking of it as a choice is altogether too difficult. That we do not have enough control over the variables to depend on choices. Instead we are asked to think about wholeness. And to be extreme in our happiness , and in our sadness , simultaneous , and be whole , be all things at once…” “Universi,” the pretty girl says slowly while looking up slower still in the opposite direction of her wettening hole down below.