- Vol. 05
- Chapter 02
She is without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, a silent witness, not a clanging cymbal or a gong resounding.
As we could be, she’s mistress of her own sweet mouth, free of gluttony, gossip, the restless evil of a tongue that deals in death.
Humans can only marvel at her silence, her great restraint, and, sim-like, we could free our neural pathways too, open up our brains,
so we could be perfect also, receive the implant (no worse than getting a piercing or tattoo). Just a little prick, then the forgetting
of everything learnt in the human zoo. No more notions of karma, or attaining some blissful state via Ten Bhumis to the Cloud of Dharma.
You just need to follow her lead back to the hub of the superstate and hook up with her flawless head. Take a blue pill. Cyborgize. Miscegenate.