On the morning of his debate with Gorkindachina, Heineman rose before dawn and went outside to the Family mirarilusistan. With the crisis of the toad and the crisis of the election campaign coming upon him simultaneously, he was intensely pressured. Heineman was by no means a religious man, but he had learnt from past experience that it was precisely at such times that the spiritual meditations have their greatest value. When the world is a forest and every tree a barking dog, as the poet puts it, then that is the time to make time to do nothing but cleanse the mind of its purpose.
The night was cool, dark, and quiet, but for a single enunciating rooster and the hiss of the surfing sea. In the unobserved privacy of the night, Heineman lit a nostraluminum, set it on the stone rim of the Family mirarilusistan, and settled himself in meditation. He practiced the Meditation of Turning Outwards, easiest of the Three Meditations. Instead of trying to banish thought (the first and hardest of the Meditations) or to focus thought on a single point (the Meditation of the Burning Lens), in the Third Meditation one attends to the outer world.
With eyes closed, Heineman attended to the sush and sud of the surf, to intermittent cockcrow, to the lubbering rumor of movement from the Jubiladilia adaptive skins and, at last, to the first sounds of life from within the House Jubiladilia. [EoH Ch10]

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