two cannibals are eating a clown. one turns to the other and asks, "does this taste funny to you?"
i was once a fruitarian. for about a year and a half i ate citrus fruit every morning, sweet fruits the rest of the day and nuts anytime i could get them. some of the time i'd eat raw veggies too, but never at the same time as fruit. as well, i fasted periodically. i fasted for up to a week, drinking only water and coconut juice. obviously, i became skinny as a rake, but i could shimmy up the coconu trees without any trouble at all.
in those days, i was devoted to the teachings of doctor arnold ehret (1866-1922) who had devised a diet he called 'arnold ehret's mucousless diet healing system.' it was a paradisical diet with the aim of purifying the human system for physical well-being and spiritual growth, whatever that means. the good doctor had actually cured himself of 'bright's disease,' previously considered incurable, and had gone on to become very well known in his time. his ideas on diet, family and religion made him quite a controversial character.
the doctor's views suited my tendency toward fanatacism in those days. i did nothing in half measures. however, one day while reading a newspaper and munching on a banana in barre de navidad, i saw an article that shocked the heck outta me. it put me right off my banana. dr. arnold ehret had died. he apparently slipped on a wet, slick bit of pavement, fell backward, hit his head on the curb and died. 'what the fark(?)!,' i exclaimed to no one in particular. 'what the fark is the use(?)' all the fasting, the ridiculously austere diet and that's the result(?)
soon after that revelation, i ate a big, rich chicken dinner at the ramada inn in tucson, arizona, and within minutes all hell broke loose. i ran to the bathroom and proceeded to obliterate the infrastructure there. in fact, i'm pretty sure they had to do a major renovation following my departure. suffice it to say, my body did not appreciate the huge swings in my diet.
it took a while, a good long while, but i did eventually find a middle path, my middle path. and, while i still respect much of dr. ehret's views on diet and other subjects, there is one thing i respect much more. that is euphemistically called: self realization. it's the knowledge that, while our bodies may be transitory, that agency which animates these bodies is, according to many ancient sages from many different backgrounds with many different ways of speaking, pure, free and forever.
i was once a fruitarian. for about a year and a half i ate citrus fruit every morning, sweet fruits the rest of the day and nuts anytime i could get them. some of the time i'd eat raw veggies too, but never at the same time as fruit. as well, i fasted periodically. i fasted for up to a week, drinking only water and coconut juice. obviously, i became skinny as a rake, but i could shimmy up the coconu trees without any trouble at all.
in those days, i was devoted to the teachings of doctor arnold ehret (1866-1922) who had devised a diet he called 'arnold ehret's mucousless diet healing system.' it was a paradisical diet with the aim of purifying the human system for physical well-being and spiritual growth, whatever that means. the good doctor had actually cured himself of 'bright's disease,' previously considered incurable, and had gone on to become very well known in his time. his ideas on diet, family and religion made him quite a controversial character.
the doctor's views suited my tendency toward fanatacism in those days. i did nothing in half measures. however, one day while reading a newspaper and munching on a banana in barre de navidad, i saw an article that shocked the heck outta me. it put me right off my banana. dr. arnold ehret had died. he apparently slipped on a wet, slick bit of pavement, fell backward, hit his head on the curb and died. 'what the fark(?)!,' i exclaimed to no one in particular. 'what the fark is the use(?)' all the fasting, the ridiculously austere diet and that's the result(?)
soon after that revelation, i ate a big, rich chicken dinner at the ramada inn in tucson, arizona, and within minutes all hell broke loose. i ran to the bathroom and proceeded to obliterate the infrastructure there. in fact, i'm pretty sure they had to do a major renovation following my departure. suffice it to say, my body did not appreciate the huge swings in my diet.
it took a while, a good long while, but i did eventually find a middle path, my middle path. and, while i still respect much of dr. ehret's views on diet and other subjects, there is one thing i respect much more. that is euphemistically called: self realization. it's the knowledge that, while our bodies may be transitory, that agency which animates these bodies is, according to many ancient sages from many different backgrounds with many different ways of speaking, pure, free and forever.
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