This morning, as I lay there in the aftermath of the morning battle with the alarm clock, sifting through the scattered remnants of thought, one concept kept floating to the surface. A consistent question. What is food?
In its most basic definition, it is sustenance. If taken by that definition alone, than the standard food pyramid as we know it clearly does not allow for all the elements required to sustain a human being, either physically or in a more complete context.
So what is food if answered in a fuller context? If I had answered that question last night, without hesitation I would have added sleep to the pyramid. Now, in the daylight having added that necessary element to my body's needs. I wonder what else should be added to the list.
I find myself thinking that laughter, touch, warmth, beauty, music and even silence are all items that seem necessary to living, to breathing. And as I write this it occurs to me that Kahil Gibran would be wise enough to add their opposites, so that we might appreciate the value of all of the positives I have noted.
Perhaps Food, when defined as sustenance, is simply that which we require to feel fully alive. If we were to live simply fueled by the desigated items on the food pyramid we have been taught to respect, I suspect we might indeed continue to function. But I doubt we would truly LIVE. And this indeed would be a shame.
So I ask you, what is Food to you?
A question that perhaps does bear pondering..........Just Thinking Out Loud.
There are times when I believe you have to think outside yourself, outside of all thought. Times when you may even have to trash your own beliefs. Sometimes everyone will tell you that you are wrong. But you may be the only one right.
ReplyDeleteThinking outside all thought, but not thinking at all. That would be food to me. Like the best of a Miles Davis trumpet solo. Just pure breath. There is no Miles. There is no trumpet. Only breath. The essence of being, distilled. Human spirit, emotion, distilled into pure breath that manifests itself into sound. A sound wave, merely a vibration rippling out into space... Food to me is trying to get to that place. Where you are not trying. To live in that one moment where creation, transcendence happens.