As famous competitive eater Lyle Lovett once said while contemplating the ingestion of his guitar:
“If Ford is to Chevrolet
What Dodge is to Chrysler
What Corn Flakes are to Post Toasties
What the clear blue sky is to the deep blue sea
What Hank Williams is to Neil Armstrong
Can you doubt we were made for each other”
By ‘we’ of course he meant his stomach and the bite sized chunks of guitar that would soon inhabit it.
This theme of compatibility between a man’s stomach and his guitar seems especially significant today as I recover from yesterday’s egg-related trauma. I don’t want to go into any great detail as to what happened to my body, my clothes, my furniture and a significant portion of my apartment’s floor yesterday, out of concern for the sensibilities of potential readers. Suffice it to say, there are some things that cannot be undone. Some of those things require a lot of mopping.
Today I will take a bold new direction in my training. I will rest. At least until my insides feel more like insides. Not like secret outsides who are hiding on my insides but who really want to be outsides and will stop at nothing to achieve that purpose.
Until tomorrow, I leave you with this secret Koan given to me by the great Gastro-Swami with whom I meditate daily. And ocassionally levitate with: