The mystery of life is before us. Human nature gets in the way. We like to differentiate and mark ourselves as having acquired knowledge. We do this in everything, even sports fans wear jerseys of their favorite teams or to show their adoration of sport in general. We are so captured by our level of knowledge we must dress the part to show how we are a part of that reality. We perhaps want to attract others who might share the same reality or show how serious we are in our pursuit or we are oblivious of our surroundings because of the depth of our commitment or we are just having fun.

My realization is that if one were to span many lifetimes, for sure an Oprah makeover in in the cards. You can't go through that many lifetimes looking like Merlin or Rafiki and walk down the street unnoticed. You must show off. How many claim to have the truth and maybe they do yet never enter into it. They have the history, the forms, the rituals, the look , feel and knowledge. When you step inside the truth, the self melts away and you are speechless to explain it. "Man, you speak in metaphors and riddles and what the heck are these symbols." See, see, it's not so easy to talk about it and you can't keep it to yourself. In exercise no one feels the burn but you, that's transformative in your being. You may not show it as rippling muscle, but the glow of health from the inside.

This is why you can dress your characters in any dress, time and skin, once the universal is touched. The universal is transparent, yet has a flavor of it's own, a scent and an expression.

In a California electronics show a derelict was shoved and cursed at, almost thrown out. He stumbled up to a computer, the sales guy strongly opposed him but stopped in his tracks as the screen became a blaze of color and text and sound. A crowd gathered and all were amazed. True story.

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