Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal Chapter 22

Chapter 22Tamil, as it turned by, was not a lower-ranking tget in s come forthhern India, b atomic number 18ly the whole s come inhern peninsula, an world or so five seasons the size of Israel, so feeling for Melchior was same to walking into Jerusalem on any given day and saying, Hey, Im looking for a Jewish guy, any unmatched regainn him? What we had difference for us was that we knew Melchiors occupation, he was an ascetic devoted man who lived a nearly solitary life sentence refinement towhere on the coast and that he, like his brformer(a) Gaspar, had been the son of a prince. We found hundreds of distinguish competent saintly men, or yogis, most of them living in complete nonindulgence in the forest or in caves, and usu completelyy they had twisted their bodies into or so impossible posture. The first of these I saw was a yogi who lived in a lean-to on the strengthing of a hill everywherelooking a flyspeck fishing village. He had his feet tucked behind his shoulders and his head calculateed to be approach path from the wrong end of his torso.Josh, look That guy is trying to lick his take b eachs Just like Bartholomew, the village idiot. These argon my mass, Josh. These are my people. I nurture found home.Well, I hadnt authentically found home. The guy was hardly execute many sort of spiritual arena (thats what yoga authority in Sanskrit subdue) and he wouldnt nurture me because my intentions werent pure or almost(a) claptrap. And he wasnt Melchior. It took six months and the cobblers refinement of our m iodinenessy and we both saw our twenty-fifth birthdays forrader we found Melchior reclining in a shallow stone turning point in a dip oer the ocean. Seagulls were nesting at his feet.He was a fuzzier version of his brother, which is to say he was slight, ab reveal sixty old age old, and he wore a caste scratching on his forehead. His hair and rim were capacious and white, shot with still a few stripes of black, and he had intense dark eyes that seemed to demonstrate no white at all. He wore only a breech fabric and he was as thin as any of the Untouch suitables we had met in Kalighat.Joshua and I clung to the side of the free fall piece of music the guru untied from the human knot hed gotten himself into. It was a slow process and we pretended to look at the seagulls and enjoy the persuasion so as not to embarrass the hallowed man by seeming impatient. When he finally achieved a posture that did not out as if it had been caused by be run over by an ox cart, Joshua express, Weve come from Israel. We were six years with your brother Gaspar in the monastery. I am I know who you are, express Melchior. His voice was melodic, and all sentence he spoke seemed as if he were beginning to recite a poem. I recognize you from when I first saw you in Bethlehem.You do?A mans self does not change, only his body. I see you grew out of the swaddling clothes.Yes, or so cadence ago. none sleep ing in that manger anymore? noneSome days I could go for a nice manger, some straw, whitethornbe a blanket. no that I postulate any of those luxuries, nor does anyone who is on the spiritual path, only still.Ive come to l slang from you, Joshua give tongue to. I am to be a bodhisattva to my people and Im not sure how to go about it.Hes the Messiah, I state help fullyy. You know, the Messiah. You know, Son of immortal.Yeah, Son of God, Joshua said.Yeah, I said.Yeah, said Joshua.So what do you open for us? I asked.And who are you?Biff, I said.My friend, said Josh.Yeah, his friend, said I.And what do you seek?Actually, Id like to not pass to hang on to this cliff a lot vaster, my fingers are going numb.Yeah, said Josh.Yeah, said I.Find yourself a couple of nooks on the cliff. thither are sal focusingsal(prenominal) empty. Yogis Ramata and Mahara recently moved on to their nigh rebirth.If you know where we notify take gear up some food we would be grateful, Joshua said. Its been a long period since weve eaten. And we surrender no coin.Time then for your first lesson, five-year-old Messiah. I am hungry as well. Bring me a grain of sift.Joshua and I clim prat across the cliff until we found two nooks, tiny caves really, that were close to each other and not so far above the beach that falling out would kill us. Each of our nooks had been gouged out of the solid rock and was just encom straitsing sufficient to lie down in, tall enough to sit up in, and deep enough to keep the rain off if it was falling consecutive down. Once we were dance bandtled, I dug with my satchel until I found trine old grains of rice that had worked their way into a seam. I put them in my paradiddle, then carried the bowl in my teeth as I make my way acantha to Melchiors nook.I did not ask for a bowl, said Melchior. Joshua had already skirted the cliff and was sitting undermentioned to the yogi with his feet dangling over the edge. thither was a seagull in his lap.P resentation is half the meal, I said, quoting someaffair felicity had once said.Melchior sniffed at the rice grains, then blameed one up and held it amidst his bony fingertips.Its raw.Yes, it is.We cant eat it raw.Well, I would down served it up steaming with a grain of salt and a molecule of green onion if Id cognize you wanted it that way. (Yeah, we had molecules in those days. Back off.)Very well, this will lay down to do. The hallowed man held the bowl with the rice grains in his lap, then closed his eyes. His breathe began to slow, and aft(prenominal) a moment he appeared not to be vivacious at all.Josh and I waited. And looked at each other. And Melchior didnt move. His skeletal vanity did not rise with breath. I was hungry and tired, exactly I waited. And the holy man didnt move for almost an hour. Considering the recent nook vacancies on the cliff wait, I was a subaltern concerned that Melchior magnate have succumbed to some virulent yogi-putting to death epid emic.He dead? I asked.Cant submit.Poke him.No, hes my teacher, a holy man. Im not poking him.Hes Untouchable.Joshua couldnt resist the irony, he poked him. Instantly the yogi opened his eyes, pointed out to sea and screamed, Look, a seagullWe looked. When we looked patronize the yogi was holding a full bowl of rice. Here, go cook this.So began Joshuas training to sustain what Melchior mobiliseed the comprehend dismissal. The holy man was stern with me, but his patience with Joshua was infinite, and it was soon patent that by trying to be part of Joshuas training I was real holding him back. So on our third morning living in the cliff, I took a long satisfying whiz over the side (and is in that respect any liaison so satisfying as whizzing from a high home base?) then climbed to the beach and headed into the nearest townsfolk to look for a job. notwithstanding if Melchior could make a meal out of three grains of rice, Id scraped all the pad grains out of both my and Jos huas satchels. The yogi might be able to teach a guy to twist up and lick his own balls, but I couldnt see that there was much nourishment in it.The name of the town was Nicobar, and it was about twice the size of Sepphoris in my homeland, perhaps twenty grand piano people, most of whom seemed to make their living from the sea, either as fishermen, traders, or shipbuilders. after(prenominal) inquiring at only a few proposes, I effected that for once it wasnt my lack of skills that were keeping me from making a living, it was the caste system. It protracted far deeper into the society than Rumi had told me. Subcastes of the larger four dictated that if you were born a stonecutter, your sons would be stonecutters, and their sons after them, and you were bound by your birth to never do any other job, regardless of how goodness or bragging(a) you were at it. If you were born a griever, or a magician, you would die a mourner or a magician, and the only way youd get out of last o r magic was to die and be reincarnated as something else. The one skill that didnt seem to require belonging to a caste was village idiot, but the Hindus seemed to thrust the more eccentric holy men into this role, so I found no openings there. I did have my bowl, and my companionship at store alms for the monastery, so I tried my hand at begging, but every time I would get a good corner staked out, along would hop some one-legged blind guy to steal my action. By the lately afternoon I had one tiny copper coin and the flight attendant of the beggars guild had come along to warn me that if he caught me begging in Nicobar again, hed see that I was admitted to the guild by the immediate removal of my coat of arm and legs.I bought a fistful of rice at the market and was skulk out of town, my bowl forwards me and my head down, like a good monk, when I saw before me a most delicate set of toes, painted vermilion and deciphered by a dainty foot, an elegant mortise-and-tenon join t ajangle with copper bangles, an inviting calf decorated with hennaed designs as intricate as lace, and from there a bright skirt led me up the seam to a bejeweled navel, full breasts haltered in yellow silk, lips like plums, a nose as long and straight as a Roman statues, and wide brownness eyes, shaded in blue and lined to make them look the size of a tigers. They drank me in.Youre a stranger, she said. nonpareil long finger on my chest halt me on the spot. I tried to hide my rice bowl in my shirt, and in a fabulous display of sleight of hand, ended up spilling the grains down my front.Im from Galilee. In Israel.Never heard of it. Is it far? She reached into my shirt and began to pick out the rice grains that had caught against my sash, running her fingernail along my stomach muscles and dropping the grains, one by one, into my bowl.Very far. Ive come here with my friend to obtain set apart and ancient knowledge, that kind of thing.What is your name?Biff or Levi who is yell ed Biff. We do that who is called thing a lot in Israel.Follow me, Biff, Ill show you some ancient and saintly knowledge. She hooked her finger into my sash and walked into a nearby doorway, for some reason completely confident that I would follow.Inside, amid piles of colorful pillows strewn about the floors and deep carpets the likes of which I hadnt seen since Balthasars fortress, stood a carved camphorwood stand on which a large codex lay open. The book was bound in ecesis filigreed with copper and silver, and the pages were made of a parchment finer than I had ever seen.The charr pushed me toward the book and left over(p) her hand on my back as I looked at the open page. The handwritten script was gilded and so ornate that I could barely make out the words, which didnt matter anyway, because it was the spokesperson that caught my eye. A man and a woman, nude, each perfect. The man had the woman facedown on a rug, her feet hooked over his shoulders, her arms held behind he r as he entered her. I tried to call on my Buddhist training and discipline to keep from embarrassing myself in front of the strange woman.Ancient sacred wisdom, she said. The book was a gift from a patron. The Kama Sutra, its called. Thread of Desire.The Buddha said that desire is the source of all suffering, I said, feeling like the kung fu master that I knew I was.Do they look like they are suffering?No. I began to tremble. I had been too long out of the company of women. farthermost too long.Would you like to try that? That suffering. With me?Yes, I said. All the training, all the discipline, all the control, gone in a word.Do you have twenty rupees?No.Then suffer, she said, and she stepped away.See, I told you.Then she walked away, trailing the scent of sandalwood and roses behind her as she went to the door, her hips waving good-bye to me all the way across the room, the bangles on her arms and ankles ringing like tiny temple bells calling me to worship at her secret grotto. At the door she crooked a finger for me to follow her out, and I did.My name is Kashmir, she said. Come back. Ill teach you ancient and sacred knowledge. One page at time. Twenty rupees each.I took my stupid, pathetic, useless grains of rice and went back to my holy, stupid, useless, stupid male friends at the cliff.I brought some rice, I said to Joshua when I had climbed to my nook in the cliff. Melchior can do his rice thing and well have enough for supper.Josh was sitting on the shelf of his nook, his legs folded into the genus Lotus position, hands in the mudra of the compassionate Buddha. Melchior is teaching the path to the bode Spark, Joshua said. offset printing you have to quiet the mind. Thats why theres so much physical discipline, oversight to breath, you have to be so completely in control that you can see past the illusion of your body.And how is that several(predicate) from what we did in the monastery?Its subtle, but its different. There the mind would ride the wave of action, you could meditate while on the do work posts, shooting arrows, fighting. There was no goal because there was no place to be but in the moment. Here, the goal is to see beyond the moment, to the soul. I call Im acquiring a glimpse. Im encyclopaedism the postures. Melchior says that an accomplished yogi can pass his entire body through a hoop the size of his head.Thats great, Josh. Useful. now let me tell you about this woman I met. So I jumped over to Joshs ledge and began to tell him about my day, the woman, the Kama Sutra, and my opinion that this just might be the sort of ancient spiritual information a young Messiah might need.Her name is Kashmir, which guesss soft and expensive.But shes a prostitute, Biff.Prostitutes didnt spat you when you were making me help you learn about sex.They still dont bother me, its just that you dont have any money.I got the feeling she likes me. I speak out maybe shell do me pro bono, if you know what I mean? I elbowed him in the ribs and w signed.You mean for the public good. You forget your Latin? Pro bono means for the public good.Oh. I purpose it meant something else. Shes not going to do me for that.No, plausibly not, said Josh.So the next day, first thing, I made may way back to Nicobar, determined to ascend a job, but by noon I found myself sitting on the street next to one of the blind, no-legged beggar cods. The street was packed with traders, haggling, making deals, exchanging cash for goods and services, and the kid was making a killing on the spare change. I was stupefied at the amount in the kids bowl there essential have been enough for three Kama Sutra pages right there. Not that I would steal from a blind kid.Look, ice yacht, you look a little tired, you want me to watch the bowl while you take a break? tie your hand out of there The kid caught my wrist (me, the kung fu master). He was quick. I can tell what youre doing.Okay, fine, how about I show you some magic tricks. A little sleight of hand?Oh, thatll be fun. Im blind.Look, make up your mind.Im going to call for the guild-master if you dont go away.So I went away, despondent, defeated not money enough to look at the edge of a page of the Kama Sutra. I skulked back to the cliffs, climbed up to my nook, and resolved to con restore myself with some cold rice left over from last nights supper. I opened my satchel and Ahhh I leapt back. Josh, what are you doing in there? And there he was, his beatific old Joshua face with the sole of a foot on either side like big(p) ears, a few vertebrae showing, one hand, my ying-yang amulet vial, and a clash of myrrh.Get out of there. Howd you get in there?Ive mentioned our satchels before. The Greeks called them breakwaterets, I guess you would call them duffel bags. They were made of leather, had a long strap we could throw over our shoulder, and I suppose if youd asked me before, I would have said you could get a whole person in one if you had to, but not in one p iece.Melchior taught me. It took me all morning to get in here. I thought Id surprise you.Worked. Can you get out?I dont think so. I think my hips are dislocated.Okay, wheres my black glass knife?Its at the can of the bag.Why did I know you were going to say that?If you get me out Ill show you what else I learned. Melchior taught me how to reckon the rice.A few minutes afterwards Joshua and I were sitting on the ledge of my nook being bombarded by seagulls. The seagulls were attracted by the huge pile of cooked rice that lay between us on the ledge.Thats the most amazing thing Ive ever seen. Except that you really couldnt see it done. One minute you had a handful of rice, the next a bushel.Melchior says that it usually takes a lot longer for a yogi to learn to talk through ones hat matter like this.How much longer?Thirty, forty years. Most of the time they pass on before they learn.So this is like the healing. Part of your, uh, bequest?This isnt like the healing, Biff. This can be taught, given the time.I tossed a handful of rice into the air for some seagulls. Tell you what. Melchior obviously doesnt like me, so hes not going to teach me anything. Lets trade knowledge.I brought rice to Joshua, had him multiply it, then sold the surplus in the market, and eventually I obtained occupation fish instead of rice because I could raise twenty rupees in fewer trips. But before that, I asked Joshua to come to town with me. We went to the market, which was heavy with traders, haggling, making deals, exchanging cash for goods and services, and over on the side, a blind and legless beggar was making a killing on the change.Scooter, Id like you to gather my friend Joshua.My names not Scooter, said the waif.A half hour posterior Scooter could see again and miraculously his severed legs had been regenerated.You bastards said Scooter as he ran off on clean new criticize feet.Go with God, Joshua said. Now I guess well see how easy it is to earn a living I shouted af ter the kid.He didnt seem very pleased, said Josh.Hes only learning to express himself. Forget him, others are suffering as well.And so it came to pass, that Joshua of Nazareth moved among them, healing them and performing miracles, and all the little blind children of Nicobar did see again, and all the lame did stand up and walk.The little fuckers.And so the exchange of knowledge began what I was learning from Kashmir and the Kama Sutra for what Joshua was learning from the holy man Melchior. Each morning, before I went to town and before Joshua went to learn from his guru, we met on the beach and considerd ideas and breakfast. Usually some rice and a fresh fish roasted over the fire. Wed gone long enough without eating animal flesh, we had decided, despite what Melchior and Gaspar tried to teach us.This capability to increase the bounty of food imagine what we can do for the people of Israel, of the world.Yes, Josh, for it is written Give a man a fish and he eats for a day, but teach a man to be a fish and his friends eat for a week.That is not written. Where is that written?Amphibians five-seven.Theres no friggin Amphibians in the Bible.Plague of frogs. Ha GotchaHow longs it been since you had a beating?Please. You cant hit anyone, you have to be at total peace with all creation so you can find Sparky the Wonder Spirit.The prognosticate Spark.Whatever, th ouch. Oh great, and what am I supposed to do, hit the Messiah back?Turn the other cheek. Go ahead, turn it.As I said, thus did the enlightened exchange of sacred and ancient teachings beginThe Kama Sutra sayethWhen a woman winds her small toes into the armpit hair of the man, and the man hops upon one foot, while supporting the woman on his lingam and a butter churn, then the achieved position is called Rhinoceros Balancing a Jelly Donut.Whats a jelly donut? Joshua asked.I dont know. Its a Vedic term lost to antiquity, but it is said to have had great moment to the keepers of the law.Oh.The Katha Upa nishad sayethBeyond the senses are the objects,and beyond the objects is the mind.Beyond the mind is pure reason,and beyond reason is the Spirit in man.Whats that supposed to mean?You have to think about it, but it means that theres something eternal in everyone.Thats swell. Whats with the guys on the bed of nails?A yogi must leave his body if he is going to experience the spiritual.So he leaves through the little holes in his back?Lets start again.The Kama Sutra sayethWhen a man applies wax from the carnuba bean to a womans yoni and buffs it with a lint-free cloth or a papyrus towel until a mirror hit is achieved, then it is called Readying the Mongoose for Trade-in.Look, she sells me pieces of sheepskin parchment, and each time, after were finished, Im allowed to copy the lotterys. Im going to tie them all together and make my own codex.You did that? That looks like it scathes.This from a guy I had to break out of a wine jar with a hammer yesterday.Yeah, well, it wouldnt have h appened if Id remembered to grease my shoulders like Melchior taught me. Joshua turned the drawing to get a different angle on it. Youre sure this doesnt hurt?No, not if you keep your bottom away from the incense burners.No, I mean her.Oh, her. Well, who knows? Ill ask her.The Bhagavad Gita sayethI am impartial to all creatures,and no one is hateful or dear to me,but men devoted to me are in me,and I am in them.Whats the Bhagavad Gita?Its like a long poem in which the god Krishna advises the warrior Arjuna as he drives his chariot into difference.Really, whats he advise him?He advises him not to feel bad about killing the enemy, because they are essentially already dead.You know what Id advise him if I was a god? Id advise him to get someone else to drive his friggin chariot. The real God wouldnt be caught dead driving a chariot.Well, you have to look at it as a parable, otherwise it sort of reeks of false gods.Our people dont have good luck with false gods, Josh. Theyre I dont k now frowned upon. We get killed and enslaved when we locoweed with them.Ill be careful.The Kama Sutra sayethWhen a woman props herself up on the hold over and inhales the steam of the eucalyptus tea, while gargling a mixture of lemon, water, and honey, and the man takes the woman by the ears, and enters her from behind, while looking out the window at the fille across the street hanging out her laundry to dry, then the position is called Distracted Tiger Hacking Up a Fur Ball.I couldnt find that one in the book, so she dictated it to me from memory.Kashmirs quite the scholar.She had the sniffles, but concur to my lesson anyway. I think shes falling for me.How could she not, youre a very charming fellow.Why, give thanks you, Josh.Youre welcome, Biff.Okay, tell me about your little yoga thing.The Bhagavad Gita sayethJust as the wide-moving windis everlastingly present in space,so all creatures exist in me. consider it to be soIs that the kind of advice youd give someone whos r iding into battle? Youd think Krishna would be saying stuff like, Look out, an arrow immerseYoud think, Joshua sighed.The Kama Sutra sayethThe position of rampant(ip) Monkey Collecting Coconuts is achieved when a woman meat hooks her fingers into the mans nostrils and performs a hokey-pokey motion with her hips and the man, while firmly stroking the womans uvula with his thumbs, swings his lingam around her yoni in a direction counter to that in which water swirls down a drain. (Water has been observed swirling down the drain in different directions in different places. This is a mystery, but a good rule of thumb for achieving Rampant Monkey is to just go in the direction counter to which your own personal drain swirls.)Your drawings are getting better, Joshua said. In the first one I thought she had a tail.Im using the calligraphy techniques we learned in the monastery, only using them to draw figures. Josh, are you sure it doesnt bother you, talk about this stuff when youll nev er be allowed to do it?No, its interesting. It doesnt bother you when I talk about heaven, does it?Should it?Look, a seagullThe Katha Upanishad sayethFor a man who has cognize him,the light of truth shines.For one who has not known, there is darkness.The wise who have seen him in every beingon leaving this life, attain life immortal.Thats what youre looking for, huh, the divine Spark thing?Its not for me, Biff.Josh, Im not a satchel of sand here. I didnt spend all of my time studying and meditating without getting some glimpse of the eternal.Thats good to know.Of course it helps when angels show up and you do miracles and stuff too.Well, yes, I guess it would.But thats not a bad thing. We can use that when we get home.You have no idea what Im lecture about, do you?Not a clue.Our training went on for two years before I saw the sign that called us home. Life was slow, but pleasant there by the sea. Joshua became more efficient at multiplying food, and while he insisted on living an austere lifestyle so he could remain unattached to the material world, I was able to get a little money ahead. In addition to paying for my lessons, I was able to decorate my nook (just some erotic drawings, curtains, some silk cushions) and buy a few personal items such as a new satchel, an ink stone and a set of brushes, and an elephant.I named the elephant Vana, which is Sanskrit for wind, and although she certainly earned her name, I regret it was not due to her blazing speed. Feeding Vana was not a difficulty with Joshuas ability to turn a handful of grass into a fodder farm, but no matter how hard Joshua tried to teach her yoga, she was not able to fit into my nook. (I consoled Joshua that it was probably the climb, and not his failure as a yoga guru that deterred Vana. If she had fingers, Josh, shed be snuggling up with me and seagulls right now.) Vana didnt like being on the beach when the tide came and washed sand between her toes, so she lived in a pasture just above the cliff. She did, however, love to swim, and some days rather than ride her on the beach all the way to Nicobar, I would have her swim into the harbor just under water, with only her trunk showing and me standing on her forehead. Look, Kashmir, Im walking on water Im walking on waterSo eager was my erotic princess to share my embrace that rather than wonder at the spectacle as did the other townsfolk she could only replyPark the elephant in back.(The first few propagation she said it I thought she was referring to a Kama Sutra position that we had missed, pages stuck together perhaps, but it turned out such was not the case.)Kashmir and I became quite close as my studies progressed. After we went through all the positions of the Kama Sutra twice, Kashmir was able to take things to the next level by introducing Tantric discipline into our lovemaking. So skillful did we take at the meditative art of coupling that even in the throes of passion, Kashmir was able to polish her jewelry, c ount her money, or even rinse out a few delicates. I myself had so mastered the discipline of controlled ejaculation that oftentimes I was halfway home before release was at last achieved.It was on my way home from Kashmirs as Vana and I were cutting through the market so that I could show my friends the ex-beggar boys the possible rewards for the man of discipline and character (to wit I had an elephant and they did not) that I saw, outlined on the wall of a temple of Vishnu, a dirty water stain, caused by condensation, mold, and wind-blown dust, which expound the face of my best friends mother, Mary.Yeah, she does that, said Joshua, when I swung over the edge of his nook and announced the news. He and Melchior had been meditating and the old man, as usual, appeared to be dead. She used to do it all the time when we were kids. She sent James and me running all over the place washing down walls before people saw. Sometimes her face would appear in a pattern of water drops in the dust, or the peelings from grapes would fall just so in a pattern after being taken out of the wine press. Usually it was walls.You never told me that.I couldnt tell you. The way you idolized her, youd have been turning the pictures into shrines.So they were naked as a jaybird pictures?Melchior cleared his throat and we both looked at him. Joshua, either your mother or God has sent you a message. It doesnt matter who sent it, the message is the same. It is time for you to go home.We would be leaving for the north in the morning, and Nicobar was south, so I left Joshua to pack our things on Vana while I walked into town to break the news to Kashmir.Oh my, she said, all the way back to Galilee. Do you have money for the journey?A little.But not with you?No.Well, okay. Bye.I could say I saw a tear in her eye as she closed the door.The next morning, with Vana loaded with my drawings and art supplies my cushions, curtains, and rugs my brass coffeepot, my tea ball, and my incense burne r my pair of breeding mongooses (mongeese?), their bamboo cage, my drum set, and my umbrella my silk robe, my sun hat, my rain hat, my array of carved erotic figurines, and Joshuas bowl, we gathered on the beach to say good-bye. Melchior stood before us in his loincloth, the wind whipping the tails of his white beard and hair around his face like fierce clouds. There was no sadness in his face, but then, he had endeavored his entire life to appropriate from the material world, which we were part of. Hed already done this a long time ago.Joshua made as if to embrace the old man, then instead just poked him in the shoulder. Once and only once, I saw Melchior smile. But you havent taught me everything I need to know, Josh said.Youre right, I have taught you nothing. I could teach you nothing. Everything that you essential to know was already there. You simply needed the word for it. Some need Kali and Shiva to destroy the world so they may see past the illusion to divinity in them, others need Krishna to drive them to the place where they may perceive what is eternal in them. Others may perceive the Divine Spark in themselves only by realizing through enlightenment that the light resides in all things, and in that they find kinship. But because the Divine Spark resides in all, does not mean that all will discover it. Your dharma is not to learn, Joshua, but to teach.How will I teach my people about the Divine Spark? Before you answer, remember were talking about Biff too.You must only find the right word. The Divine Spark is infinite, the path to find it is not. The beginning of the path is the word.Is that why you and Balthasar and Gaspar followed the star? To find the path to the Divine Spark in all men? The same reason that I came to find you?We were seekers. You are that which is sought, Joshua. You are the source. The end is divinity, in the beginning is the word. You are the word.