The elder slowed momentarily, (as he would sometimes pretend to do), tossed the boy his antonymous costumes and pushed him toward the door. “Yeah, I know: it would be real easy to take what I have said as metaphorical, but you would be strikingly in error.
What I described is plain, simple, clear and obvious fact, if you persistently look right at it, and have the potential to ever see it. All of the thoughts, plans, methods, tricks, ideas and schemes you have regarding changing the condition of your consciousness from one of distorted sleep to enlightened awakening, is nothing more or less than an attempt to create something totally out of nothing.”
He shoved the kid out into the street as they joined the secret second line. “Note that I have not said that it is impossible, but I double-damn guarantee you that it is, until you realize for yourself exactly what it is that you have been unwittingly attempting to do:
Make something out of nothing!
Is there a sweeter song than that?
…(and don’t forget to tip Tina).”
J.