Enlightenment Doesn’t Come Cheap. You Have to Sell Your Soul

Enlightenment personifies hallucinations and after acclaim solidifies the Guru’s presentation as a label to be duplicated. Outset of empathy, inserts voyeuristic tendencies like watching the opening credits of a sitcom and each character poses mid-action, breaks the fourth-wall and flashes their pearly whites directly at the audience. Pupils widen, optic nerves communicate to synaptic triggers, declared to bipeds stimulated at the notion of, “YOU TOO CAN BE FAMOUS!” 

Counterfeiting this process addresses its importance, for if these motions were unworthy they would assume taboo allegiance…

Ted stripped his trailer of its copper pipes and sold them to pay his lot fees. Exploiting his capitalistic spirit, he decided to turn copper refurbishment into a day job and set out to retrieve discarded pennies littering gutters, left alone in the snow, or dropped with dust as pockets turn inside out to expose the stitching and holes from whence loose change escapes.  He was at the park when he discovered a penny abandoned near the fountain. 

“Must’ve missed the water.” He whispered. “Nothing like a missed wish to brighten your day.” He bent over to pick it up. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A young voice called out. 

Ted erected his spine, turned around, a boy met his gaze. 

“What’d you say?” He asked.

“I said I wouldn’t do that.”

“And why not?”

“Bad luck takin’ someone’s wish like that.” 

“This ain’t no wish. It missed the water…means it doesn’t count.”

“The person who threw it…wanted it to be a wish…doesn’t mean it ain’t one.”

“Get outta here kid. What do you know about wishes anyway?”

Ted stooped and grabbed the penny, pocketed it. The boy ran off to play catch with his friends, at the other end of the park. In the distance he saw an electronic billboard displaying an advertisement for Coca Cola. It was hemorrhaging red and for a split second he confused it for the red of the sunset. 

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