(Dream) There's some little kids sitting off to
the right of me and I'm reading them from a passage from the Koran. It
runs along quite smoothly, like beautiful poetry, the first part describing
a Kingdom of Gold. It's odd. When I look at the passage again, I see two
lines have been whitened out and replaced with careful hand printing,
each line saying more of less you're supposed to "follow the light,"
an idea I know contains built-in fallacies. Often simple day-to-day kindnesses
have nothing to do with "light" per se; they have to do with
observations of yourself and other people, and an understanding of what's
needed. (Fin) Waking up I remember the lines which have been whitened
out in the two lines of the text I was reading in the dream. The first
obliterated line read, "The gates will open," and the second,
a little farther on, read, "The end will come."