Master (M). Student (S).
M: You must open your eyes.
S: My eyes are open, Master.
M: If only this were true.
S: I do not understand.
M: Do you see the wind?
S: How can one see wind?
M: Do you see what you have done?
S: What is it I have done?
M: Do you see what you have failed to see?
S: What have I failed to see?
M: Do you still believe your eyes are open, my student?
S: How do I open my eyes, Master?
M: Why do you wish to open them?
S: So that I may see?
M: What is it that you wish to see?
S: I do not know.
M: Then they will not open.
S: Have your eyes always been open, Master?
M: No, my student.
S: Is that so?
M: Yes, my student. There was a time when my eyes were as closed as yours. And yet I insisted that they were open.
S: Why, Master?
M: Because at that time I was not a Master. I was a fool.
S: What caused you to see?
M: The stark recognition that I was a fool.
S: How did you come to realize that, Master?
M: I began to suspect it when life never ceased to be a struggle.
S: Isn’t life always a struggle?
M: Yes, my student. For fools, life can only be a struggle.
S: What did you do when you discovered that your life never ceased to be a struggle?
M: There was nothing to be done.
S: Then how did you come to see?
M: Recognizing that my life never ceased to be a struggle. And recognizing that this could not be The Way were the realizations that began to open my eyes.
S: And when your eyes opened, did everything seem beautiful?
M: Something is “beautiful” only within a background of ugliness. I saw what Was.
S: I do not understand, Master.
M: Do not allow your mind to drift toward romantic illusions, my student.
S: Yes, Master. But please tell me what you saw the day your eyes opened.
M: I saw The Truth. And the truth needs no beauty to enhance it.
S: What was this Truth?
M: How can words possibly carry its weight?
S: You must give me Something, Master.
M: I have given you something, my student.
S: What is that?
M: I have told you that your eyes are closed. And at the moment, this is your greatest Truth.
S: And yet you do not tell me how to open them.
M: My dear student. If I told you how to open them, they would forever remain closed.
S: Why is this so, Master?
M: Because you would forever be lost in an attempt to open them. And your entire life would pass you by.
S: Then what shall I do?
M: Live with the knowledge that your eyes are closed. And when that knowledge makes its way from your head to your heart, your eyes will slowly begin to open.
S: One last question, my Master.
M: Yes, my student.
S: What is the first thing I will see when my eyes open?
M: You will see how pitiable your life was, living with closed eyes.