And so it came to be that I began my studies under the prophet. We lived simply in a single room with the wooden floor as our matress. We bathed daily in the sea, and talked greatly about the wonders of the world. One evening, about a week later, He turned to me under the light of the stars and pulled a small battery torch out from under his robe.
"I want to show you something" He said
Then he turned the torch toward a brick wall beside us, it's dim dying light creating a golden glow in the centre of the wall.

"The torch symbolises our search for understanding, but too often we assume that the light on the wall is 'The Truth'. The light is not the goal of the search, it is the result of the search. The more intense the search, the brighter the light on the wall. The brighter the light, the greater the sense of revelation upon seeing it. But those who do not search do not have a torch, and so they see nothing."

"But what is 'The Truth'?" I asked

"What we percieve as the truth, is the by-product of our search for the truth. Such as one may simply appreciate the light, it's beauty and purity, another may stand in front of the light and assume that we are the centre of everything."

At this He held His hand in front of the weak beam so that only a few stray rays managed to creep across the face of the wall

"If we allow ourselves to get in the way" He continued "we defeat the purpose, which is to use the light of our search to illuminate the wall in all its beauty and in all its flaws, and in doing so to better understand the world around us."

I sat in stunned silence trying to take in the complexity of such a simple notion

"Allow your thoughts time and space to discover themselves" He countered "because in this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great teachers try to tell us."