What chance is there to discover the final Truth?
Here, with me, every chance, because I don’t accept you in the way you present yourself. This self-portrait I disregard. It is a poor work of art or heart.
You want to be here as Miss and Mr Sannyasin, Miss and Mr Hormone, Miss and Mr Spiritual, Miss and Mr Special, Miss and Mr Chosen, Miss and Mr Yogi…
I am sorry… not here. I have no space for you.
Try again another time.
When you run out of titles, come back.
But who will take this risk?