the lion woke from the coma

i am holding two spiral notebooks in my hand. one telling me the beauty of the cosmos. the other has drawings of all of the dreams ive had. then a look on the street corner and theres a man, with a light gray suit, he looks through my eyes and into my soul and he asks, "what do you have in those note books my lovely?" I tell him, well sir i have been handed these two notebooks, i tell him what they contain. he seems concerned. " You cannot possibly read both of those, and especially not at the same time, you will never get the true value of either," he says. I blink a few times. Then I ask him which i should read. He smirks, with compassionate eyes and says, "thats your choice." Im still standing on the corner where he crossed the street to get to 61st and destiny.