The Guardian and lone attendee for this meeting was Adams Rubble. The comments are by Adams Rubble.

Adams Rubble sings "You are mine" to the log given by the master listener.
Adams Rubble then realizes there are lots of songs called "You are mine"/
Adams Rubble: "I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are"
Adams Rubble: "Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now"

Adams Rubble: Well, listener(s). It appears no one is coming today.
Adams Rubble: I posted the following passage from Thich Bhat Hanh in my blog yesterday:
Adams Rubble: It came from a meditation note card at the Zen Retreat which I recently visited:

You are me, and I am you.
Isn't it obvious that we "inter-are"?
You cultivate the flower in yourself, so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself, so that you will not have to suffer.
I support you; you support me.
I am in this world to offer you peace;
you are in this world to being me joy.

~ Thich Nhat Hanh