Morning light filtered through the high arched window, warming the soft pillows and framing the floor. I brushed knees with the person sitting beside me, as more students filed into the small space. Though the room was full, it maintained a certain air of immensity, attributed to peaceful silence punctuated by the occasional murmur. I focused my attention on the details of Harkness Chapel: behind me, Copernicus’ holding his conception of the universe in his palm on a panel of the large, stained glass window. At my side, an intricately carved wooden panel depicts the planting of trees at Hillhouse. In the center of the room stood a Buddha, poised at the top of an altar, surrounded by candles and flowers. Soon, illuminated only by shards of light cast by the stained glass window, we settled in silence together, breathing collectively, and the meditation began. Morning light filtered through the high arched window, warming the soft pillows and framing the floor. I brushed knees with th