Mr Bean is coming into a hotel and behind the counter there is a bell and he’s just hitting on it- not once but many times of course!- and then a person comes at the reception and they show him a room. And it’s all the way up in the hotel- it’s cheap! He moves in: he opens his suitcase and he takes out a drill! And he begins to (drilling noise) drill holes in the wall and he puts in hooks. And then from his suitcase, he takes out paintings and he hangs the paintings on the wall in the hotel room! Then he pulls out a flower vase and some flowers out of his suitcase and he puts that also, and then finally he hangs a sign- “Home sweet home.” Then he wants to use the bathroom, then he notices there is a common-shared bath in the corridor, but it’s next to his room. So he changes the blade; he puts a saw blade on his drill and he cuts out a door in the wall, locks the bathroom door from the inside and then everything is done! Puts on his sleeping hat, takes his teddy bear and goes to bed! So this is funny because it’s out of place; he treats his hotel room as if it’s home! It’s so bizarre! So in the same way, we’re also treating the whole hotel room as if it’s home because really, we are in transit, we are transit passengers in this world. Thus a transcendentalist is realizing that we are transit passengers; we are not residents here in this world.(Excerpt from Cape Town classes, September '08, HH Kadamba Kanana Maharaja)
