
"Is all every living creature on this planet needs, and it’s the one thing that binds us to all things living. This." I spread my arms out over the tabletop one last time. All of these things change with perspective, every, single, one of them. "That tell you completely superfluous things. "And scriptures" I throw the book somewhere to the side. "And you certainly do not need these: icons" I begin pushing one item at a time off the table as I say what it is.

"You do not need your television." And I shove this off the desk "You do not need your DVDs or walkman." I pick them up, examine them a moment and toss them behind me. You do not need your cell phone." I shove it off the desk. "But here’s something that will come as a shock to all of you.
#Marble notebook full#
still, full of palpable, things you can see and hold. "Here," I wave my arms again over the desktop. These new objects are a few religious icons, crucifixes, chalices, pictures, and the large bible.

I remove a bunch of objects and place them on the tabletop along with the other things. Now before you religious people speak out, lemme show you your minds. It is completely devoid of spiritual attachment to what’s really out there. "This is your mind, right here," I wave my arms above the tabletop "full of materialistic and technological things. I place these upon the table and put the bible under my arm again.
#Marble notebook portable#
A portable cd player, a portable DVD player, a cell phone, a few DVDs and CDs and a little television, as well as a few random books. I pull out my briefcase and set out common everyday objects. Just as the echo subsides, I shout "Wake up!" Its loud crash making everyone go silent in the wake of its echo. Suddenly I shut it and slam it -hard- onto the table top. I flick open some pages and seem to be reading. I pick up the bible from under my arm and seem intrigued with it for a moment. I place the briefcase on the ground behind the table at the head of the class room. And in my other hand, a large cloth briefcase. Under one arm a very large and heavy alter-fitted Holy Bible.

I walk into the college room, where the seats go up and back so that all the students who were intrigued enough by the fliers that my colleague and I had hung up all over, now loomed above me.
