I love food. They say what you can’t live without is that which you love. I love food. Recently I read a piece about Breathetarians, people who practice the “art” of living without eating or drinking. They take in all the need through their breath. My first question is “why?”. Granted “How?” could develop into some rather interesting discussion or at least amusing answers, in a sort of “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest”, “Alice in Wonderland” sort of way, but why would one want to give up such a pleasure and connection with life? I first heard of Breathetarians around the same time I met a guy who was living in his truck and working of discovering the key to time travel. He truly seemed to believe he was getting close, although he did admit it was difficult to explain to others. As I was living in my van at the time I was probably one of the few people who could truly understand his commitment to his efforts. At the time I was less concerned with time travel, I was more focused on the joy of freedom to seek joy in seeking freedom. I imagine that explains our ability to connect. Considering the current state of “popular” society, for lack of a better word, it appears he may have succeeded in traveling ahead of us and is not in control of the American political machine, all of it, them or however it might best be described.
But enough about time travel. Food is why we are here, its what concerns me now. Coffee to be more precise, its 10am, between meals. As I said before food is about connections. It gives our cells the materials needed to connect with each other and it gives our thoughts the moments we need to connect with our lives. Even when we have not food it is the focus of our existence. It links us to our past. At great risk offending someone by mentioning a forbidden meal or substance, I remember one meal of Mac and cheese, organic, rennet free, dye free New York Cheddar, (or the colored dry powder if you prefer. Personally I connect with both although at different times.)I need only think of that meal to return to that time in my life. Of course there are many more meals and food that send me nowhere.
Somehow I seemed to have returned to time travel again and again I return to why? Food is our connection to life. Why would we want to give up our attachment to life. Soon enough we will give up our attachment to life and we will have forever to practice that. Or not I guess if you believe we will return a as beetle or a Dali lama or whatever. Then again, that’s not really my image of the afterlife. I see heaven much more about experiencing the glory of God without my own personal baggage in the way. At that point will be more just a very funny joke and a clear example of God power to turn total BS into pure Bliss. Which is a little like how cows turn grass in the BS and then God makes papayas, mango's and humans.
Back to food at last, but clearly time travel has more to say.