Well, kind of, anyway. The other morning, the door at the Zen dojo was locked and I couldn't get in. I happened to run into a coworker on the street on my way over there. I came back to the office and vented to my coworker about the dojo door being locked. "You go there?" he asked. He explained that he had read about Zen in college and found it appealing, but that he had never pursued a practice. He then asked me whether I had any brochures and whether the dojo has a website. I obliged. I had a nice experience there this morning; nothing spectacular, just a few minutes of mental freedom.