J.K. struggles(?) and maybe comes to grip with his continuing existence away from all things Buddha. He says he knows the difference between ‘Buddhism’ and ‘not Buddhism’, “but I do it for the hell of it”. Sort of like dueling with dualism. J.K. does seem concerned how others view him, hesitant to tell them to not think of him as they had perceived him (existing in the sensual world), or wanting to hear anything they have to say about themselves in this “world” mainly because he hasn’t “conquered the same mortal illusion” for himself.
A paragraph titled “THE RED SHIRT” is a denouncement of materialism and image consciousness but the Universal Mind seems ultimately not to worry about these things so does it really matter what you wear, own etc.?
Falling under the category of ‘you can’t always get what you want’, J.K. writes-
“I don’t want to be a drunken hero of the generation suffering everywhere
I want to be a quiet saint living in a shack in solitary meditation
of universal mind–”
“Do Nothing, Say Nothing, Think Nothing”, but you need to do a lot of the latter to achieve this goal.