I cried out, "Man is so lost, he does not even know he is lost anymore!"
He chuckled and told me, "No, man knows
he is lost. He just does not care anymore.
In fact, man knows that man
has always been lost, but when he realized he was lost,
he began searching only to soon stop the search."
I screamed, while trying to cover my ears, "Why?"
"Well, it is more comfortable.
The truth scared him, and so did the path to freedom.
So now, man hopes to forget this realization and maybe one day he will be
unaware that he is lost again. Ah, paradise!"
I put the covers over my head and hid safely in darkness.
He was there and lay right with me.
As he opened my eyes, he brutally reminded me,
"The problem is, once it is realized, it
will always come back again to haunt him."
He collected all of my pain in the palm of his hands and blessed me with my own tears.
"This," he said with absolute certainty, "is what you have been hiding.
Bathe yourself, for this is the Truth."