“I want you to arrange a few pieces of abandoned laundry nearby and give them names. Start a conversation, or a debate. Listen to their opinions and consider them carefully. I want you to take some envelopes and forge a new president out of little suggestion slips inscribed on fish bones. I want you to predict, with the date of your birth, the date of my defection. Concoct the stories that explain precisely what happened to each of seven missing children, and then I want you to realize they were lost inside you. I want you to go to any place in nature and ask this place a question you have never asked any human being. I want you to begin to think about, develop and employ your intelligence as an asset more valuable than your membership in any culture. I want you to take the diapers off of your pet ideas and mail them to the nearest professional political organization wrapped in orangutan hair. I want you to profess religions more strange and hilarious than those we find so tyrannical in their endless holiness. You could make a boat of of someone’s most lethal problems and use it to ferry them to solutions that would rescue everybody. I want you to go beyond the way of ways, and into the source of sources. I want you.”

— desire