I visit an old friend who lives in the suburbs. We sit around his brick fireplace and talk.

He compares various Christs--by which he means, any prophet who founds a major cult or religion.

Or so I think at first. Slowly I realize he's saying most of these people really ARE Christ--they're the same obsessive soul, who keeps reincarnating, trying to save us, trying over and over and over--trying to get it right.

"Oh, you mean Stuttering Buddha!" I blurt, without knowing why.

He laughs "So you know him too! Yeah, that's the guy."

And I wake.

Well, halfway. To this world. Not all the way.

I'd be a Stuttering Buddha myself, if I woke up... all the way.

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