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He told me, “If you see the Buddha on the road, kill the Buddha.”
“But, why?” I asked, bewildered by his strange command.
“If you can visualize the Buddha,” he explained, “you limit your experience of the Buddha.”
“What does God look like?” I wondered.
“He doesn’t look like anything,” he replied.
“If God doesn’t look like anything, then how do you know God is a ‘he?’” I argued.
“He/she/it: the pronoun doesn’t matter, but God doesn’t look like anything,” he said.
“Then God is nothing,” I reasoned.
“God isn’t nothing. God is everything,” he countered.
“If God is everything, then God must be really fat,” I declared.
He sighed, “You can’t define a divine being with terrestrial language.”
“Can you define the difference between God and Allah?” I asked.
Thinking, he responded, “Is there a difference?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Can different experiences of the same thing alter the reality of that thing into multiple realities?”
“Heisenberg thought so,” he proffered.
“Didn’t Heisenberg do a lot of drugs?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” he replied. “But so what if he did?”
“If he was on drugs when he developed his theories, then are his theories more or less likely to be good ones?” I explained my doubts. “How did the drugs affect his thinking process?”
“The Beats thoughts taking drugs would help them achieve Nirvana,” he said. “And Kesey wrote Cuckoo’s Nest on one huge acid trip.”
”Maybe so,” I qualified, “but drugs have different effects on different people.”
“I guess we’ll never know all the answers,” he concluded.

Description
He told me, “If you see the Buddha on the road, kill the Buddha.”
“But, why?” I asked, bewildered by his strange command.
“If you can visualize the Buddha,” he explained, “you limit your experience of the Buddha.”
“What does God look like?” I wondered.
“He doesn’t look like anything,” he replied.
“If God doesn’t look like anything, then how do you know God is a ‘he?’” I argued.
“He/she/it: the pronoun doesn’t matter, but God doesn’t look like anything,” he said.
“Then God is nothing,” I reasoned.
“God isn’t nothing. God is everything,” he countered.
“If God is everything, then God must be really fat,” I declared.
He sighed, “You can’t define a divine being with terrestrial language.”
“Can you define the difference between God and Allah?” I asked.
Thinking, he responded, “Is there a difference?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Can different experiences of the same thing alter the reality of that thing into multiple realities?”
“Heisenberg thought so,” he proffered.
“Didn’t Heisenberg do a lot of drugs?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” he replied. “But so what if he did?”
“If he was on drugs when he developed his theories, then are his theories more or less likely to be good ones?” I explained my doubts. “How did the drugs affect his thinking process?”
“The Beats thoughts taking drugs would help them achieve Nirvana,” he said. “And Kesey wrote Cuckoo’s Nest on one huge acid trip.”
”Maybe so,” I qualified, “but drugs have different effects on different people.”
“I guess we’ll never know all the answers,” he concluded.