The caterpillar said to Alice 'Come back here I have something important to say'

Follow the yellow brick road'.

I just realized something. The yellow brick road, it is not made of gold, and the wicked witch of the east just burnt her Red Ruby slippers.

Right then! What do we do now?

Take out your green glasses for a second- cant you seethe world' isn't green anymore, go on look behind the curtain,

I command you ,See the real Wizard of Oz

Isn't he just Divine '
Isn't he a Marvel'?
Isn't he Human?

So he isn't Gandouf.

Hallelujah the world makes sense Again.
He's just a man.
He's just you and I.

The great Wizard Of Oz ?C he can do everything. But man can do everything.

Now I'm just being paradoxical, ambivalent, and ambiguous.

I'm just being sucked into the ineluctable pressures of idiosyncrasy- bordering on mediocrity.

I open, I close, I open, I close
My eyes.

I don't see the munchkins, and every Human I see is either looking for a heart or forgets he owns one.

The world I realize is Oz.
No need to click your heels Dorothy
Where can the Tornado take you now?