Joined Spirits, Shared Will, Loss of Name

After so many years in the monastery, Monty wants to use his name which is never allowed due to the pledge of anonymity. He owns nothing there of course, no one does. It all belongs to God. When Monty sleeps he enjoys the only ownership. Even selfish singularity in meditation is denied him since the monastery assigns him a mantra. Monty does treasure his dreams, dreaming as he curls on the narrow bed in the concrete cell the abbot assigns him. He enjoys the memories that flood through the irrational narratives of sleep. He knows, in spite of the prohibitions, that these are his.