“Midas was stupid”, Josh voiced his opinion, “why didn’t he just wear gloves? That would have been much safer."
"He could have had the gold and touched things without turning them into gold.”
There was pin drop silence for a moment. Then Hosh spoke up.
Quietly he lay, staring at the white hospital ceiling. It was a plain canvas, unlike his own life. If only life could be as uncluttered as ceilings were.
His life had been full. Made full by his own ambition and effort. It had been a life of becoming.
"No," said Kabir, "but please give my regards to the Allah of Mecca."
The friend was puzzled.
"Is there a different Allah in Mecca?" he asked.
Nothing changes in the world around you, yet your world changes completely.
The eye sees. The eye of the beholder is the key.
"That can't really be true!" exclaimed Josh, "You can't just wake up once you are truly dead."
"Well, Jesus is said to have risen from the dead," said Rosh, "What makes you think he was the only one to do so?"
"Jesus did," remarked Josh, "because he could. He was the son of God."
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