And what happens after a sign?  You want them.  You ask for them.  But what happens after?  After the barriers to your illusions are broken when your heart calls to something outside itself and hears something back?  And no real miracles.  Nothing really supernatural.  Nothing really bending or breaking laws.  Just a sign.  As you take on the day.  And you say give me something…  You don’t say it with your mouth.  Maybe you form the words if you’re all alone, but sometimes it’s while waiting in line—a prayer.  A voice inside speaking.  Asking.  Beseeching…  And then it happens.  A situation arises—similar to your prayer.  And you see a way out.  Your heart starts pounding because you’ve been given that gentle nudge.  And you take it.  You take it as a sign.  A phone call just at the right time.  Your alarm clock broken and the different chain of events that happen because of it.  Because of being late.  That coincidence of meeting a stranger who says just the right thing…  But what happens?  After?  Maybe you know you’re luck hasn’t run out.  That’s the first reassurance to your mind after you believe you’ve seen a sign.  And your faith returns.  Your faith in things unseen.  Once again—no miracles.  No mountains moving.  Just something more.  More to the earth and the wind, and you listen and you see.  You see beyond all the illusions that make you happy.  You’ve been distracted from the distractions… Because work is good—sure.  But what is it you’re working for?  And for a moment you see, you see a system—grand really—of slaves and masters.  You see slaves to the masters of the system.  The masters too really slaves, but they know they are, which is how they make you a slave.  And work is created.  Either the work created for the slaves, or the slaves created for the work—some ambiguity there—but why the work created no mystery—this the mechanism set in motion, an unstoppable force…  Dominion.  And the masters give you all kinds of reasons for it.  Some say breathing room.  Some say gold.  Some even say freedom.  But really it’s just digging holes and filling them back up again.  Getting your mind right to it.  What the earth said to you lost as the wind dies…  This too a sign, perhaps, of what happens after a sign.  Because there are no miracles.  Nothing will save you from this.  Seeing an illusion doesn’t save you from it.  There’s just time to think of it after, and your slow return to idols.  And this maybe what the signs are for, moralities established—religions—to teach you to abide in it, abide in the illusion.  Not for reward or future gain, but in the practice of simple ways, ways to be happy in it, in the world you see before you now, and how it will end…  So maybe David saw it as a sign.  After that bar fight at the roadhouse.  When he was drunk and wanted another drink, but the owner wouldn’t give it to him because he was black.  And how Schultz saw it.  Because sometimes you have to fight.  Sometimes you have to use your illusion.  And you have to be humble to your fate–the illusion being what it is.  But that doesn’t mean you can’t show a little character…

 

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