One of the minor disappointments I live with daily is having no one to discuss the Tao with. The paradox is that this is very Tao. Wanna know what else is very Tao? Y'know how half the food on earth "tastes like chicken"? That's very Tao.
One time I tried to discuss the Tao with "Disco Stew", who looks like he fell through a wormhole in space and now he's searching for a way back to the pretentious hair salon he worked at in his home dimension. Disco Stew stocks shelves overnight at the local supermarket but he waxes poetic about the mysteries of life to me while I shoplift (very Tao).
I tried to explain to him that the greatest misfortune is the self. In response, Disco Stew pushed his fingers up at the corners of his eyes in the classic racist "chinky" expression and muttered some Gump-like truism in an exaggerated accent; it didn't occur to me 'til much later how very Tao that was.
One time I tried to discuss the Tao with "Disco Stew", who looks like he fell through a wormhole in space and now he's searching for a way back to the pretentious hair salon he worked at in his home dimension. Disco Stew stocks shelves overnight at the local supermarket but he waxes poetic about the mysteries of life to me while I shoplift (very Tao).
I tried to explain to him that the greatest misfortune is the self. In response, Disco Stew pushed his fingers up at the corners of his eyes in the classic racist "chinky" expression and muttered some Gump-like truism in an exaggerated accent; it didn't occur to me 'til much later how very Tao that was.