George Harrison came to me in a dream a few minutes ago. It began with a bust of Heraclitus coming to life under the phrase "Character is Destiny". The columns supporting it grew longer and longer until there was no top in view. Gabriele Caras and I led each other through the stone columns, sensing that there was a way out of the labyrinth. She looked at me with light blue eyes that arced upward in the center. "You are forgiven by the forces that matter the most." "Well, whatever I did, I'm sure it wasn't that bad," I thought to myself, and suddenly George is with us in an English garden, quoting Baba Ji. "Isn't it a Pity" was playing in the clouds, so I thought (rather than said), "My signature means nothing if legal documents be handled by the lawyer who tells the best lies." George said, "Kindle the light of love within you, and then glow so that it is kindled in others, in all you meet." Gabriele said, "The answer, my friend, is Cohen in the wind." I thought, "Yeah, I always used to be pointing out the flaws in the language of love 'til I started taking aim at the language of law!" George said, "Praise all women and men and gods. Those who you cannot praise, do not think of."
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