I tell you: "Behold, a great dragon." Imagine it in front of your eyes. Paint it in your head, in all its primal glory. What colour were its eyes? And why? And why weren't they everything else? True knowing is about gleaning what lives inside you without you knowing why. You are in a magical realm, somewhere at the edge of time. In this realm, all thoughts materialise - immediately and without error. Are you in heaven, or are you in hell? I would tell you - depends on who you are, and how beautiful your thoughts, or not. Understand? In our realm, time goes backwards. Yet we think it's the other way around. It is the novice, not the master, that starts his journey knowing nothing, having gained himself in the end. Either way, it is a return to innocence. Not forward, but upwards.