I’ll tell you. Every dream you’ve ever had, Baba, the pictures are still in your mind. I have hundreds. Infinite. I don’t know how to choose what to tell you. The mind never dies, Baba. Even if you die, the mind doesn’t die. Because the soul, Baba. The soul is the battery of the mind.

Pretend we’re standing up and we have clothes on. We’re not in the bath. And I’m teaching you to play the flute.

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