Yes, this is he. The wizard. I’m a block away, hang on. No, the library’s a subway now. The sandwich shop. Sandwiches? No, there’s no transit. I know, city council changed the bi-law cause everyone was getting tired around 6-7 pm. Oh, you saw the horse? Yeah, sorry. Nono, you found it, you’re here. This is the emerald city. I know, it looks way bigger and more green and shit in the pictures. Yeah. Yeah. I know. Okay, my wisdom, my message for you. My secret info, hang on, I’m gunna hang up. So yeah my big wise secret—hello, shake hand, yes—well it’s just that I think I’m wrong about… most things and… I think I might suck. I think I suck. Do I suck?
I suggest that we pollute each-other and ourselves with flashy cons and field tactics and that every such con is designed to collapse because it is not constructed with the necessary faith of its creator. And our body language betrays us. Some times cons collapse so fast they die with the breath it takes to express them. I’ve seen this happen.
I suggest it is a different energy altogether to attempt an expression of truth from a resounding felt experience and that an effort made toward mutual understanding is the base unit of the conclusion of Self. Like the con, I suggest that faith in mutual understanding is key, and I hope that it can be said about us that at some point we understood each-other.