All hands are thrown up. All legs are standing. All mouths are moving. All eyes in the same direction. Everybody in one place. Annnnnddd pause... the clock is ticking. Everyone is demanding. The one is looking— Looking for the suitable. Is it at the right or left? Back or front? Up or down? Annnnnd continue... the clock is still ticking. Minds are different, in short, very different. Everyone on the same prize but with different minds. Annnnnddd pause... The one is still searching. No one seems eligible. Everyone is clothed nicely, But no one seems suitable. The appearance is nice, but the mind is dirty. The one is patient, Waiting for the suitable. Annnnnddd continue... Who seems qualified? Aren’t they all for the same thing...? Annnnnnddd wait... oh, you need to wait. Wait and look. Look and wait. The one is still waiting, Waiting for the qualified. Is it him, or is it her? Is it you, or is it me? Wait—it's definitely us. The one seems to still be searching. Everyone looks qualified, but the one is dissatisfied. Oh look... oh, you need to see this. The one is waiting, Waiting for truth to be seen, The truth to be spoken, And the truth to be woken. Just that—who is qualified? The one is still waiting. The clock doesn’t seem to be stopping either. The game begins, Just that it’s not a game. Who is the qualified? Could be me, for all you know. Could be you. Could be anyone. But this is for you. Don’t rush. Wait. Don’t judge. Look. Looks are deceiving. Minds are destructive. But they all seem to be demanding. The one is still searching. Annnnnnddd... continue.