The sound of a silly man playing dress-up in foreign robes, cracking his polished stick against the platform?

No, it’s nothing like that. Nothing at all.

When, all at once, your mind uses what you perceive to speak directly to you, perhaps in a way that only you can hear or understand?

Yes, it’s precisely like that… and it too is nothing at all.

“How can you say hearing the voice of god is nothing at all?!?”

You perceived my writing. Your mind showed you something. Did you recognize my words as god’s? How about when he told you it’s okay to grab another ice cream sandwich?

So, yeah, sure: It’s precisely like the sound of that silly man playing dress-up in foreign robes, cracking his polished stick against the platform… just not in the way you think.

Maybe you have to be thrown from the horse to know the miracle of the weeds beside the road.

A miracle cures you of your understanding. Then, once everything is a miracle, which one will cure you of it?