Tall sloping foliage prevails over the dry earth, covered in warm patterns of fallen leaves and pine needles.

An asian man has his attention fixed upon interviewing Ken Wilber, as they slowly ride their bikes over a soft rolling trail which reaches invariably through the spacious forest. I follow behind them on foot.

The man continues to ask, "What is the sound of mute's end?". Wilber maintains his integrity, calmly gazing straight ahead as we pass enormous trees.

After sixteen repetitions of the question, they come upon a 5-foot fence blocking the trail. The interviewer crashes his bike off the left side of the trail, and begins to shout the question unreasonably. Wilber stops his bike before the fence, and turns his head to gaze calmly upon the man.

Once I catch up, I whip out my dong and begin to urinate, splashing all over fallen leaves and various foliage which litters the ground between them. The interviewer continues to outrageously pose the same question, oblivious to my splashes, as Wilber remains patient, not answering the question.

I package my member, then walk between the two men, stepping over the yellow puddle. I swiftly climb the gridded fence, and continue down the lush forest trail, whistling my heart, which fades off as I wake up, desperately having to urinate.