The old man in whose workshop Earth exists communicates with me in animated metaphors. That was one.
Here is another. On a street corner at night, the stores are all closed and the gate to the park is shut. Illuminated by a single light, the potted tree by the gate and the baby Buddha beside it. Invited to contemplate four dogs in the tree and the one at the top is invisible.
And another. On an empty train at night, going nowhere, an ailing man holds a healthy man prisoner.
In the beginning, there was the old man, me, and else--nothing else to become everything else. All to make equals.
When my quest is through, the old man and I will be one again. He waits for us.