Keep going.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Keep going.

KEEP GOING.

KEEP GOING.

Reluctantly he got up and approached the main building.
KEEP GOING
KEEP GOING
He entered the building to see two men on his right, sitting at a table.
KEEP GOING
KEEP GOING

He walked past them into the abutting anti-room.

Through the barred window of this solitary cell he looked out over the valley at the sun rising over Mumbai. Struck by the indescribable brilliance of this magnificent scene, and overwhelmed by the creative power behind it, Max turned back to the two men, and boomed –

“NO MORE TALKING.

“NO MORE CRYING.

“NOTHING YOU SEE WILL BE DESTROYED.”

Stunned by what had just happened, Max walked out of the ante-room and slumped down at the table with the two men.

Mate… you wanted it.

Now you’ve got it.

Those words came from your mouth, but not your mind.

Either they were God’s words or you are completely mad.

That blissful, problem free moment, just before it happened was gone. He could already feel a growing pressure as it dawned on him that he had no idea what the words could possibly mean.

If it was a message from God, was it for him, personally, or was he somehow supposed to tell the world about a strange message that he didn’t even understand.

Mate…

Good luck with that!