A Trancendental Fable
There was this dilettante Yogi named Oho Roshimito, who was lightly into de-&re-materializing.
He undid his corporeal thing from Kyoto to 'Frisco, out Leningrad to Trinidad, then Ellesmere via Buenos Aires.
Then came that smoggier morning when he decided on an intangible trip by way of the gloomier suburbs in the sunset belt of highways out West.
Now, since then, the Nothingness is heard from him.
MORAL: Sometimes the solution is lost in the pollution.