It starts. Here we have a fine example of some number boy comming for a slice of the Gestalt therapy pie. Yes indeed boy's and girl's, children of all ages, step right up and get your very own genuine fake snake oil balm; good for all that ails you. (available in the mass markets only and recently approved by selected gestalt institutes, therapists, and websites only. Not sold in any school. Stay tuned for more exciting new applications of gestalt therapy, backed up by our collective good intentions, extensive efforts and research, and just plain stupidity. Sorry, no C.O.D's)
Must be a lot of butterflies beating thier wings somewhere.
And it came to pass, That not all who enterd would be hungry, and so, the master being very wise, said onto those not in hunger,
Go yonder and find the fruit of your own tree, so that your reward will be true and just.
And to those who did hunger the master said,
Of your own tree there is not fruit, So stay you awhile and gestalt with me, And we will reap a harvest not of earthly things, But of soul things, of things alive and whole.
And though your hunger will never die, you will always be of a good heart and a clear mind, and you will know not to look to the left or to the right, and your journey will increase your hunger.
And you will know that many unlike you crave what they can not eat, and they know nought that they are beyond simple hunger, but that they do always satisfy themselves only in yet more starvation and depravity unending, from not knowing that they but do gorge themselves on emptiness and nothingness, saving only the ugly beauty of the chewing and the eating of the enormous bounty of poison and lovely fruit of thier own vision.
And so the hungry one swallowed and did answer the master saying,
that it is better to drink deeply from a honest toilet bowl, then from the finest goblet decieved with poison.