Last evening at the local pub, the 4 of us. Noisy and boisterous. 2 guys, 1 gurl and 1 gurl. The last being demure (read quiet). Jokes and ribaldy ensued naturally. The other guy trying to pull the demure one out of her shell. Being funny, serious, thoughtful didn't impress. 4 drinks later the conversation moved from work, sex, music and books to philosophy. Naturally. The guy quotes "Happiness is the absence of pain". The vague shape of Osho's beard loomed in the cigarrette smoke.
Out of the blue came the repartee from the demure one "Happiness is the maximum agreement between reality and desire".
I choked.
Salud!! Mother Russia.
