The last night of retreat, I sat in meditation right through till the dawn sitting, smoothly and deeply questioning "Who-am-l?" and refusing to allow myself to be diverted into spiritual experiences of any kind. No more tears, no more laughter. The next morning, I felt like a stick of incense burning in an empty room, like the sound of firecrackers in the streets, like a human being who eats and sleeps. What is there to realize? The retreat was over, so there was no opportunity for an interview. But I'm sure Master Shen-Yen would have said: "Return to the question, 'Who-am-l?'"