The greatness is in what is to be from what is not.

Eat my wheatcakes, I say, eat them and you will see what it is to be trampled by monkeys wearing funny hats and red coats. Eat them and you will see the colors of the blackboard eraser spread throughout the entire spectrum that is on a Froot Loops box.

Eat them, for the time is at hand. Eat them, I say, and you will discover the true meaning of pencils and their relations with the ants and their circular capes.

Eat them and you will sense the ripples of the stones flowing throughout your lawnmower. Eat them and the power of the therapist will empower your own being.

Eat them and your twenty-three-degree flashlight will be no more. Eat them and expel your mind to the harsh environment of your mind.

....Eat them....