Now here is a vision that I’ll share with you tonight. My friend is not here, but she gave me the letter last lecture. She found herself in a casino. You see everything has within itself the capacity for symbolic significance. So she is now in a gambling casino and the owner is coming towards her with a stick to count off her winnings. Instead of counting off what you would in any casino, say, the little chips that you have, it is a long French loaf, sliced but still held together because it hadn’t gone right through. It’s been sliced right down, but not completely through the entire loaf. So it’s a long French loaf. So he comes with his stick and he simply touches…as he taps a slice she calls off “fifty dollars” and he repeats “fifty dollars.” She repeats it again and then she said “$100.” “$100”…everything she said he had to repeat and he was getting more and more purply and explosive and annoyed because she would call the number and he had to repeat what she said…and it was one more slice of the loaf. She enjoyed…there was some peculiar thrill in her bones that he was so annoyed with her and disliked her heartily, but she was just simply winning all the money. It came down to the end, the very last was the last end of the loaf and she wondered in her mind’s eye, “What number will I call now?” The number came to her, “$1,150” and he called it. That was the entire loaf. The whole thing bled…the loaf of bread bled. It oozed out like a rare piece of roast beef when it’s sliced and the whole loaf turned into blood, and yet it was bread.621 ¶22