Sufis' Ping!
I've attended churches where this happens, too.
Yep, that's how you can spot them. One of those hangs out outside the city library trying to get spare change for the bus every day. He never goes in the library, just takes the bus from his hovel to the library and begs change so he can get back home.
I suppose they'd fit in OK at the next Shriners/K of C dance.
I am Part of the Load
Rumi
I am part of the load
Not rightly balanced
I drop off in the grass,
like the old Cave-sleepers, to browse
wherever I fall.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains
floating and flying in the will of the air,
often forgetting ever being
in that state, but in sleep
I migrate back. I spring loose
from the four-branched, time -and-space cross,
this waiting room.
I walk into a huge pasture
I nurse the milk of millennia
Everyone does this in different ways.
Knowing that conscious decisions
and personal memory
are much too small a place to live,
every human being streams at night
into the loving nowhere, or during the day,
in some absorbing work.