i-2
Original: i-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Seeker (a man with flame-like orange hair, kneeling at the base of a tall stone pillar): WISE MASTER, HOW DO I ACHIEVE INTERNAL PEACE?
Panel 2:
Wise Master (atop the pillar): FIRST, YOU MUST LET GO OF THE SELF.
Panel 3:
Seeker: WISE MASTER, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR THE GODDAMNED WORDS MY MOUTH IS SAYING?
Panel 4:
Seeker: I SAID "I" WANT PEACE. NOT, I WANT THERE TO BE AN I-LESS BODY WANDERING AROUND THAT LOOKS LIKE ME.
Panel 5:
Seeker (clenching his fists, furious): I WANT TO BE AN EMBODIED EGO EXPERIENCING A PERPETUAL SENSATION OF CONTENTEDNESS, AND I WANT IT NOW!
Panel 6:
Seeker: TRULY YOU ARE A WISE MASTER.
Wise Master: HAVE YOU TRIED LIQUOR?
Votey:
The seeker, eyes closed and slumped/passed out: I AM AT PEACE NOW.
Seeker (a man with flame-like orange hair, kneeling at the base of a tall stone pillar): WISE MASTER, HOW DO I ACHIEVE INTERNAL PEACE?
Panel 2:
Wise Master (atop the pillar): FIRST, YOU MUST LET GO OF THE SELF.
Panel 3:
Seeker: WISE MASTER, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR THE GODDAMNED WORDS MY MOUTH IS SAYING?
Panel 4:
Seeker: I SAID "I" WANT PEACE. NOT, I WANT THERE TO BE AN I-LESS BODY WANDERING AROUND THAT LOOKS LIKE ME.
Panel 5:
Seeker (clenching his fists, furious): I WANT TO BE AN EMBODIED EGO EXPERIENCING A PERPETUAL SENSATION OF CONTENTEDNESS, AND I WANT IT NOW!
Panel 6:
Seeker: TRULY YOU ARE A WISE MASTER.
Wise Master: HAVE YOU TRIED LIQUOR?
Votey:
The seeker, eyes closed and slumped/passed out: I AM AT PEACE NOW.
Alt text
A six-panel SMBC comic. An orange-haired man kneels at the base of a tall stone pillar, asking a wise master perched on top, "Wise master, how do I achieve internal peace?" The master replies, "First, you must let go of the self." The man, exasperated, snaps back, "Wise master, can you even hear the goddamned words my mouth is saying? I said 'I' want peace. Not, I want there to be an I-less body wandering around that looks like me." Clenching his fists in fury, he declares, "I want to be an embodied ego experiencing a perpetual sensation of contentedness, and I want it NOW!" The master simply asks, "Have you tried liquor?" and the man answers, "Truly you are a wise master." Votey: a close-up of the man with his eyes closed, head slumped, evidently drunk and passed out, saying, "I am at peace now."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.