The unreal god blinked his eyes. "But I AM real," he said to the few people within earshot. One shrugged his shoulders. "I AM!" he shouted, but no one heard.The universe kept on going and not going, being and not being, as was its way, and not.And the difference became aware of itself, flapping wings it had forgotten, carrying its burden of every possible metaphor, and this one.
and the great sageclimbed into thenearest tree toflee the heat-crazed elephant theKing had loosed on him.Laughing, the kingcontrolled the beastand told the sage,"Come down, it's safe.Though all the world'sunreal, you claim,still you scamperedup!""My King," the sagedeclared still perchedupon his branch."Whatever makesyou think, the unreal cannot harmthat which is unreal?"