Partying with Eckhart and Slavoj

And now
Eckhart Tolle and Slavoj Zizek collide.

During a fitful, funky sleep,
Jetlagged in Melbourne, Australia,
I dreamt I was a party with both.
I had to play to each,
And pretend to the other I was secretly on his side.
Zizek bought it. Tolle did not.

I am in a spot, of presence vs. pretense.
Where to go from here?