The hair grows, the food is digested, the blood circulates, and we’re not doing it. Life happens by itself. Somewhere, at an awards ceremony, a competitor exults, “I did it!” No, he didn’t
If everyone seeks to be happy—through pleasure, acquisition, travel, sex, food, religion, drugs and a myriad of other means—then why is that result so seldom achieved? Why don’t we die laughing?
There’s something more important than the work we do, and that is what we do when we’re not working. From holy days to holidays to the Symphony of the Seas cruise ship with its 24-hour buffets. It’s food and sex versus fear and death.
I know a man who went from fearing everything to fearing nothing. He tells me that his senses have sharpened, that he sees and hears with more acuity and that food tastes better.
Michael Pollan’s little dictum has resonance: “Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.”