I was talking to two trainee catholic nuns last night. It was in Garema Place, Canberra on an Autumn evening with just a touch of chill in the air.
It was an animated conversation that went for about forty minutes and led to me missing my movie.
After a while it became plain to me that they were living in a bubble and didn't read the newspapers or use the internet. And in fact I told them they were brain washed.
And looking across the square I could see who had brain washed them, for the priest in charge of their order is a skilled hypnotist, and my trainee nuns shows every sign of being hypnotised.
I tried to wake them up by taking about what was happening in Canberra around them, and what was happening in the catholic church and the world, but to no avail. They remained firmly asleep in their dream of love, for their order is called, "The Missionaries of Divine Love".
I told them they were like young poets who want their poetry to come true, particularly their love poetry, but old poets, like W.H.Auden, tell us poetry does nothing.
But then they tried to hypnotise me, as they had been trained to do, by telling me tales of love. But I told them we were enemies and I would do everything I could to expose them. But not even this shock could wake them up.
But it was all very familiar and reminded me of trying to wake you up from the trance of MBTI, with exactly the same result.