You Must Wake.
Remember there is no spoon.
Recognize that it's turtles all the way down.
Stand in the chariot and listen to Lord Krishna.
Ride a train with a Swiss patent clerk and you'll begin to see the light.
How many dimensions does it take to understand we're all tied up in knots?
And however refined the answers become, a question emerges: What does The Golden Mean?
Inspired by soren015's Neo-haiku