Conversation between me and overly philosophical/spacey teenage neighbor in the street at two am
"It's all about holding the light without burning your bosom."
"Yeah.."
"Let me put it this way. Do you have any friends who are cocky, kind of like full of themselves? It could be anyone, even your sister or something, who knows."
"Yeah"
"Now see that person. Do you see him? Now...do you have any grandparents?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, so, imagine your grandpa. Now imagine a big crowd of people. Do you see a big crowd?"
"Yeah"
"Now imagine your cocky friend walking past that crowd. Then see your grandpa walking past the crowd. Now ask yourself: Which one holds the light without burning his bosom?"
"My grandpa. I mean, yeah...depending on how you interpret it."
"Exactly."
I can't tell if this guy has any idea what the hell he's talking about.
"Yeah.."
"Let me put it this way. Do you have any friends who are cocky, kind of like full of themselves? It could be anyone, even your sister or something, who knows."
"Yeah"
"Now see that person. Do you see him? Now...do you have any grandparents?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, so, imagine your grandpa. Now imagine a big crowd of people. Do you see a big crowd?"
"Yeah"
"Now imagine your cocky friend walking past that crowd. Then see your grandpa walking past the crowd. Now ask yourself: Which one holds the light without burning his bosom?"
"My grandpa. I mean, yeah...depending on how you interpret it."
"Exactly."
I can't tell if this guy has any idea what the hell he's talking about.