The townspeople were astonished to see this massive formation that made no structural sense, but somehow seemed to be alive. The mesmerizing stranger from the night before stood at the door with a frozen look of a perfect balance of all emotions on his face.
A pattern of turbulent shards of fire, water, and earth took form in the words above the door, and in various languages known and unknown, those words spelled out, "Under It All."
They were all cordially being invited in by the caretaker, ie: the who was the stranger from the night before. In a bold display of disrespect, Buddy Graham broke his way through the crowd and curtly inquired, "You're an odd one... and... Who are you?!*#@%*. And what gives you the right to be putting this thing in our town?"
As if the linearity of time dissolved around them, the face of the caretaker appeared in their single eye, and they were floated through the doors and into "Under It All."
I'm just the paint You paint the picture What are you seeing What are you feeling
And all my colors for your creating
Is your rainbow black and blue Or your heavens, Golden roses
But what do you cover with your ocean of colors
Secrets? Regrets?
Who are you Through and through
See who you are Deep in the core Under the paint Under It All
Paint me your face And please be revealing What are you dreaming? What are you praying for?
(Prayers)
Pray for fortunes Pray for love Or the highest Radha Soami
Or do you see that all Is always within us all?
Deeper, look deeper
Or is there just nothing There at all?
See who you are Deep in the core Under the paint Under It All
Straight to the heart Behind the walls Under the paint There's so much more Under It All There's so much more Under It All
Bapu's final question before drifting into a state of transcendent ecstasy was "But Master, if everything is an illusion, then why does anything matter?" To which the master replied "It may all be an Illusion, but it's a very real illusion."