A soft but firm voice told me to open the door and enter. I saw an old, white-bearded man with frizzy white hair. He was seated up and surrounded by books and relics. His eyes were fully alive, bright, and curious.
But beyond what I saw, I felt the instant recognition that I had stepped into the presence of a wise man. I realized as we spoke that I’d been seeking this door and a wise presence on the other side for all of my adult life.