Graffiti on the women's bathroom wall in a certain mystical lodge:
"The three stages of enlightenment --
first you're in the dark, like everyone else;
then you begin to catch glimpses of life as it is, which others do not;
then one day you see the whole picture laid out before you;
then you find you have trouble holding onto this view,
and, to help cope with the problem,
you sometimes act to yourself as though you don't care one way or the other;
then, at the times you're able again to see the entirety of life as it is,
you care once more, very deeply;
then you lose it again, and get pretty pissed,
but try and wait around for it to return;
and if -- if -- you can keep this up long enough,
you finally get to where you just forget about all this stuff mentioned
above and go on with your enlightened life, as it is."
...And, believe it or not, underneath this, someone had the audacity to write:
"That was more than three."

An observer asks:
"Is that the same rest room you once said had a machine that sold 'glow-in-the-dark' condoms and if so, should I still be working to find the mystic's metaphorical significance therein?"

Looking suddenly out the window
and catching sight of an unexpected creature in the backyard,
the man immediately smiled and let loose an involuntary, "Huh!"
but, upon realizing that it was a squirrel, said,
"How funny -- I thought you were a bunny."
And the squirrel (being no stranger to stories of a symbolic nature)
in return said to the man, "Get lost!"

A man asked the local oracle: "Is charity a sign of weakness?"
And the wide-eyed one replied: "'S' accordin' to whether you're a'givin' or receivin'."

One guy hung around a reputed mystic for several decades,
just waitin' for him to make a mistake.

Hung around the neck of one planet of thinking creatures
was a sign that announced: "It's all a hobby -- just a hobby."

Another fan writes:
"I started to write you earlier today to say that you sure can confuse me -- but after thinking on it for a while, I'm not sure that it is you who confuses me...and, even if so, I should be writing to thank you."

One man's mind (attempting to learn from him) one day asked him:
"How do you know when to stop?"
And the man replied: "When I stop -- that was the time."