When the thirsty travelers stopped for a drink and found their milk was now full of hard lumps, they drank it anyway and ate the curdled, cheesy leftovers.
Amid these thoughts, he lifted a spoonful of coffee to his lips, and, sipping it, was astonished to find that it became molten gold, and the next moment hardened into a lump!
So you lie and wait, look up at the stars, and receive the ground, the coolness of the sand, giving up the idea that mind could grasp the lumps under your leg or your shoulder.