Vague Insanty 095

Is there actually a fair price for delicious sun-ripened oranges? I am told that somewhere in Brazil there is a man who has been paid for each one that he picks - and somehow, the magic, the wonder, of life that grows and lives and is taken into myself, can not be translated into mere monetary value.

We are all beyond now, in the magical realms of understanding and peace. We all must leave behind our petty concerns of self-interest and personal advancement. We do not need others, we do not need ourselves. We must blank out our egos and join the higher order.

We do not need love, or lust, greed or wealth. We do not need night or day or drizzly afternoons with disappointing sun sets.

We are complete. We are whole. We need nothing. Life is an illusion.

Honestly, do you think if I said the above to a woman she'd sleep with me?

Maybe a really gullible one? Who believed that crystals vibrate and can heal people?

Maybe one who wears a shawl?

I've tried everything man. This is all that is left.