Jesus and Buddha are usually engaged in a deep conversation over tea and coffee. Both meet once a year to discuss what, if anything, they would have done differently accordingly in the year they hook up. Jesus doesn't much garner stares in his Panama suit, sockless Cole Haan's and carefully trimmed mustache and beard. Maybe a saintly halo around his head, which one could mistake for the lighting at Starbucks. The Christ likes his French Roast coffee black though sometimes he asks for a spot of hazelnut cream just for fun, quite happy he didn't inherit the nut allergies his brothers had. Buddha, of course, likes white and green tea with rosehips; he often brings his own--done the right way. Ceremonial. Buddha's robes are barely noticed these days, not with all those followers of his good friend, the Dalai Lama, seen here and there on youtube and Ted Talks.
This year they meet in an undisclosed location in Cleveland because Muhammad favors the city, with its many fine Middle Eastern restaurants and the imbibing of before and after-meal hookah. It could be said that Muhammad enjoys agitating the crowd with his black on black loose-fitting garments, untrimmed beard and balding head under a white turban. He reminds Jesus and Buddha that the crowd (in or out) is still an angry mob. Jesus' nail holes start to ache and Buddha closes his eyes and drifts off on cirrus clouds passing by.
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