No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. Buddha I must have been even more tired than I thought, because when I finally woke up — and when my brain finally started working properly — I realized that it was 11:26:54 on the following day. I’d slept for almost twenty-four hours. And I still felt tired. But at least the dreaminess/non-dreaminess seemed to have gone. In fact, I almost felt quite normal. Almost . . . In the kitchen there was a note from Gram telling me that she’d gone shopping, and that she’d be back in a couple of hours. I made myself some toast. Ate it. Made some more (I was really hungry). Ate it. Drank some orange juice. Put the TV on . . . Turned it off. Then, not quite ready to do anything else yet, I went over to the window and gazed down at Crow Town. It was a really nice day — clear and bright, birds singing, the sun shining — and even the estate itself seemed a lot less depressing than usual. There wasn’t much going on down there.
