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I wanted to eat an orange, but there was only a Jonared in the basket. It was lying there, looking at me, obviously mocking me. Angrily I looked at it, denying its being. It didn't work. No transformation took place, no help of the universe in whatsoever form. I started loudly wishing its change of form. No success. The craving got intenser, the needing even more. There wouldn't be life today without it.

So there I was, beaten by an apple.
Of course I could dress up, go out, find a job, earn money and buy the f*ing thing. Resistance bubbled up. Some things should be given to you in life, they should be there, naturally. The seriousness of my situation struck me: 'What do you do if you want an orange, but there is only an apple staring at you?"

Peel it, wrap it with polystyrene and paint it orange?
Close my eyes, squeeze my nose, bite and imagine?

Oh no! Let me quickly cover my ears...
I should ACCEPT?

How much do I resent spirituality.