The Genie said: I was born from the flames of hatred and the waters of Zippedy Doo-dah. I have seen laughter in the granting of greedy wishes and sound sleep in things done for others. Once I made green hills with streams; twice I made piles of treasure that led to death and war. Once I rid a sister of a crippling illness; twice I molded fair-hipped dames that led to death and war. To me, all is clay my hands a kiln, the laws of nature simply suggestions. I have no politic, worship no icon, drink no watered-down drink. Gaze ye carefully upon my lamp; careful lest it seduce, inflate your desires out of proportion like a mosquito on a sleeping arm. Mellow out, dude, try not to drop a hand grenade in San Andreas. To have me at your command is to have the potential for miracle or disaster; I, the gazpacho of Boredom, Imagination, Magic and Science. By pressing the digit of my hand, might I produce a permanent supply of MDMA or bring forth the Revelation of St. John the Divine? No. My sphere of influence is small, not a medicine but a tennis ball. You can Nam Myoho Renge Kyo til your face turns blue, a stick of dynamite will always weigh more than a dandelion. The only one who will hover in the stratosphere and eat ultraviolet shortwaves, the only one who will castrate the dozing bulls at the forest rim and befriend the enemy and give the bone to the dog, It will be you, Aladdin.