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“When will I be enlightened?” “When you see.” the Master said. “See what?”

“Trees and flowers and moon and stars.” “But I see these everyday.”

“No. What you see is paper trees, paper flowers, paper moons and paper stars. For you
live, not in reality, but in your words and thoughts.”

And, for good measure, he added gently, “You live a paper life alas, and will die a
paper death.”