No one knew the name of this Monk, and he himself took a vow of silence, so he was in no hurry to introduce himself. The only thing we knew about him was that no prayers helped him cope with his gangrene. Now people have learned to treat many diseases, and in those days any wound could become fatal.
Ghosts are intangible, but when a Monk came and sat next to me, when he watched me painting, it seemed to me that I was swimming in a calm night sea - our silence was so peaceful, filled with the presence of something divine.