In a metaverse in a neverworld, a conversation arises between a baba and a kid.
Baba says, “I can create a hole here and there and there will be dimensions everywhere.”
“So you are a hole master?” the kid said.
“No, I am a spiritual master.” Replied the baba.
“Ah! a spiritual master that deal in holes.”
“You are a very naughty kid, I create dimensions and I change people’s lives.”
“So, how many holes have you destroyed so far?”
“Shush! Keep silent. If you talk like this, I will lose my dream of achieving Godhood.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, I only know about morning wood and Robinhood. What is Godhood?”
“See kid, I have so many magical powers that I make people disappear in holes, keep so many followers in my pocket that they can disappear you as well. This is called Godhood.”
“Well, why don’t you disappear the flamboyant statesman driving the insane play?”
“Ha, ha, ha.” he jest in unintelligible, snobbish way as he speaks, “See kid, you are not even a speck to understand why I smile, it is my yogic powers.”
“Hmm, but your powers uncannily seemed familiar with Osho archives, like an old wine rebranded in a fresh bottle.”
“Speak slowly, kid, if someone hears you I will lose my spot, I have been fooling people, I mean saving people for decades.”
“How do you save people if you create holes, here and there? Aren’t you afraid of any sticky hole with the essence of La revolution?”
“Let me tell you a secret: whenever I get myself in a messy hole, I raise both my hands and start clapping, and then throw some oxymoron which even I don’t understand.”
“So, you are clapping hole master?”
“I give you final warning kid, I will destroy holes.”
“See, that is what I am talking about. You are my superhero. My little precious hole master.”
