‘And so you see, the answer was inside yourself all along…’

Mystical settings aside the pupil was livid.

‘That’s it? That’ll all you’ve got? After months of meditation, and all those trials: Descend blindfolded to the bottom of the sacred pit and pick the poisonous moss of blah…and the tightrope over the lava…and the chalice filled with troll’s tears (‘Don’t spill a drop!’)…I have literally journeyed to the centre of the earth in my quest for enlightenment…and for what? Some vague, fortune cookie punch line? I’ve a good mind to go up into the world and expose you for the charlatan that you are!’

The teacher’s face remained calm as he replied in his mother-tongue.

‘You seem very angry, but alas I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Typical westerner – thinking everyone speaks English.

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