15.2

Do it.

Do it.

No. Max wasn’t about to rush into renunciation like a fool. He needed time to work it out properly, time in the cool of… home.

Home?

You must be joking.

Yes – home – what a good idea! Go home, relax and have a re-think. It was madness to go out there unprepared like this.

Do it.

Do it.

No – this was far too big a step to take in the heat of the moment – definitely not the kind of thing to do on a whim.

Mate… what is wrong with you?

You can’t quit now!

If he went home he could read up on renunciation… really study all those articles on the web and find out how to do it properly.

But if he did it now – with no language, no knowledge of the culture, and no plan, he was really giving himself no chance! He’d never get to “witness” God! It would end in failure! For sure!

No – there had to be some method to renunciation – some established process.

Mate, just put down your money and passport, and walk away.

Do it.

Do it.

No – there had to be more to it than that.

There had to be some kind of trick to renunciation – there were tricks to everything.

Do it.

Do it.

You will witness God.

To attempt renunciation now, in his present state, was a death wish. He’d perish out there! It was one thing joking with the Indians around the Taj. They were a cultivated species, used to tourists – even half-mad ones like him! No doubt they’d seen plenty of westerners teetering like lunatics on the edge of renunciation. But what about the people in the villages – what would they think of him? What if they saw him as a pretender? What then?

Do it.

Do it.