We spend a life time cultivating likes and dislikes, points of view and threads of arguments, grooming how we appear to ourselves and to others. We are able to put up with habits and attitudes in ourselves that we would disdain or qualify in others. And yet, in moments of silence and meditation, when the noise and chatter abates, when nothing intrudes or disposes itself, we even forget who is there and wonder why any of this bundle of contingencies should matter more than any other bundle.