Rarely, that one time in ten, he discovers the soul seeking truth; awaiting the freedom that he offers. He is invited in through an open cellar, an unlocked second story window, or a key left under a mat or fake rock, and in instances of the most desperate souls, through an open front door.
He practices meditation and has mastered his parasympathetic system. He can slow his heart rate and reduce his breathing to a single breath every 90 seconds. Inside, he stands motionless, listening to the sounds of the house, waiting for a phone call to end or a light to go out. Then, he remains still, tasting the air for the flavor of rightness. Sometimes, that moment does not come and he leaves as soundlessly, as he entered.