the shaktis of the Hindu philosophy
Unedited Rant for The humble Farmer radio program July 21, 2006
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There are forces in the universe that transcend the best intentions of even rich and powerful men and that is our topic today. My friend the Booger Boy is a Type A. He is a fussy man. His cars are clean and polished. His many homes are clean and polished. His most recent wife is clean and polished.
And it came to pass that an appraiser knocked at the door of the Boy’s primary residence and said that he was there to appraise. And the Boy’s wife was distressed because no one was allowed to wear their shoes into the Boy’s house. And in particular no one was allowed to wear their shoes while walking on the Boy’s plush carpets in the living room.
Now you might not understand this if your living room is no more than a ball park for your six kids, the neighbor’s kids and any animal lucky enough to sneak in to forage food scraps off the floor.
And you might not understand this if you are of an artistic temperament. Just this week I was thinking about a man I once saw clipping his toenails in the dining room. Why did he clip his toenails in the dining room? Well, he was an artist and, as the great Perce Sein once said about the lobsterman who built a skiff in his kitchen, after all, what’s a kitchen for? And, after all, if you’re an artist what’s a dining room for?
And with that said, let us go back to the side door of the Boy’s primary residence where an appraiser stands, hat in hand, waiting to be invited in to appraise. And although the Boy’s wife was afraid to tell the nice man that he would have to remove his shoes before entering the house, she was even more afraid of her husband’s wrath if she did not. So she took a deep breath and apologized and said that she would have to ask him to remove his shoes before stepping on her husband’s plush carpets. And the man said that he would dearly love to remove his shoes, but one of them was nailed to his wooden leg.
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Thank you for listening to my radio program on the Internet.
Neighbor humble
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There are forces in the universe that transcend the best intentions of even rich and powerful men and that is our topic today. My friend the Booger Boy is a Type A. He is a fussy man. His cars are clean and polished. His many homes are clean and polished. His most recent wife is clean and polished.
And it came to pass that an appraiser knocked at the door of the Boy’s primary residence and said that he was there to appraise. And the Boy’s wife was distressed because no one was allowed to wear their shoes into the Boy’s house. And in particular no one was allowed to wear their shoes while walking on the Boy’s plush carpets in the living room.
Now you might not understand this if your living room is no more than a ball park for your six kids, the neighbor’s kids and any animal lucky enough to sneak in to forage food scraps off the floor.
And you might not understand this if you are of an artistic temperament. Just this week I was thinking about a man I once saw clipping his toenails in the dining room. Why did he clip his toenails in the dining room? Well, he was an artist and, as the great Perce Sein once said about the lobsterman who built a skiff in his kitchen, after all, what’s a kitchen for? And, after all, if you’re an artist what’s a dining room for?
And with that said, let us go back to the side door of the Boy’s primary residence where an appraiser stands, hat in hand, waiting to be invited in to appraise. And although the Boy’s wife was afraid to tell the nice man that he would have to remove his shoes before entering the house, she was even more afraid of her husband’s wrath if she did not. So she took a deep breath and apologized and said that she would have to ask him to remove his shoes before stepping on her husband’s plush carpets. And the man said that he would dearly love to remove his shoes, but one of them was nailed to his wooden leg.
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Thank you for listening to my radio program on the Internet.
Neighbor humble
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