He
started drawing circles again until he had constructed an ouroboros—a serpent
swallowing its own tail.
“If
you really want to find peace and make peace, you have to kill this thing,” he
said. Everyone nodded.
He
made a rose bloom in the circular empty space framed by the ouroboros. A
multitude of petals flared out. Watching them became a mesmerizing repast in
which the sense of time was lost. A tiny light formed in the center of the
rose. Looking at it gave a person an ecstatic and expansive feeling that made
everything seem trivial and silly in comparison. Truly, looking into the speck
of light in the center of the rose was like taking hold of a giddy and
ineffable truth. So the lot of them sat gazing at it.
How
much time passed in this pursuit was unknown—short or long—and it could not be
measured in retrospect because no one could remember at what time the endeavor
began. In any case, the Zosians sat mesmerized in gnostic bliss until, as
occasionally occurred with the Entheos Mondo Amanita maneuver in which they
were arrested, they began to startle and crash into queasiness, nausea, cramps,
and diarrheal output.
Zosi
was seething with quiet mirth. “Now that’s an opiate,” he exclaimed, and
he bid them to make sure they each left the bathroom clean for the next person.
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