you are one with the city, the small boxes people live in are your cells, the roadways are your arteries and veins, the marketplace is your mouth, the thousands of kitchens are your stomach and intestines, there are so many thousands of kitchens in this city, there are so many thousands of living rooms and sleeping compartments, the people under a spell of unconsciousness live in these little boxes, they go out and travel the roadways under a spell of unconsciousness, they work in their offices, kitchens, restaurants, they construct towers and dwellings, they make glass-wares and goods, they sell food in the stores, they deliver food to the stores, they sell books and antiques, they work from their homes on machines, they work in their offices on machines, they type numbers, they answer phones, they run small businesses, they are small parts of large businesses, they do all this toil in a stupor, they work to maximize production and consumption in a stupor, they work and work and buy and buy, they are the machines that do nothing but work and buy, they are under a spell of unconsciousness, they are under a stupor, they are unconscious buying and working machines, they live in their little compartments and eat and sleep in their little compartments, they take their anesthesia in their little compartments, they watch boxes with light coming from them in their little compartments, they drink intoxicants and take their pleasing anesthesia in their little compartments, they are the machines, we are the machines, you have become one with the city, you have seen all this, you have become one with the city in one sweeping vision and now you know all this, your consciousness has stretched out and become one with the Universal Organism and now you know all this, you have become one with the city and now you see that you are made of eating drones and working machines, now you have had your vision, now go out and testify to your vision, go out and announce to the world your revelation, you are my sweet little vessel, I am the voice of one crying within you: "Eat grass in the wilderness like an ox" . . .