Carbon Bags and the Trick of Three Clicks

Aliens call us "carbon bags of mostly water."
How can we argue that?
But we are two-sided creatures, our real selves hidden in flesh, peeping out behind our eyes.
Our houses of flesh are just houses after all, and will succumb to the ravages of time just as any house of sticks or bricks.
We don't realize our two sides are divisible by 3, Father, Son and Holy Ghost, for we are taught to leap into the arms of a mixture of truth and lies, and we forget to run from men in white shoes who have all the answers. White shoes are not the answer.
Oh Dorothy! You've had the Ruby Shoes All Along!
You coulda, woulda, shoulda known, silly girl...

How could she know though?
How could she have known that with just 3 clicks, she could have been home like she wanted.
But how lost the rest of us would be, us Tin men, Totos, Scarecrows, and Cowardly Lions, if Dorothy had not taken the long way around, living, sharing, learning, while she kept on.
In the flesh, the long way around is the only way possible, and shoes are only shoes.
It's the person wearing the shoes with the power, but wearing shoes, even ruby ones, is not enough.
The person in the shoes has to know what they want even if they somehow know of the trick of the 3 clicks.
The person in the shoes has to be absolutely clear of their destination, meaning they must blunder and fall, fail and crawl, bail and bawl many miles, learning what to keep and what to throw away, before a clear destination is visible.
We are born explorers, we "carbon bags of mostly water."
When we stop, we decay and die.
Clicks make a better story, but the power is within.
Choose, at least, to die first and then decay.
Live it up while there's time, for we are only 3 little piggies after all, in our little houses, in our flimsy, little houses.
Dance, dance little piggies! Dance over-time! Someday, later or sooner, the wolf will be at each our door. Our jig will be up.
The Piper Must Be Paid!