elephants and benedictions and Gobbledygook

When I lived on an island—I felt like an island I’ll have you know—a very fat and somewhat noble and very drunk fisherman told me I should just eat the elephant.

Ten years ago, a not so fat Oklahoma senator told me that all I had to do was dive for the loose ball.

So, the other night I shot and killed an elephant. FINALLY. Then I ate the entire thing. Later I dove for a loose ball of yarn.

The ball of yarn turned out to be me, which doesn’t make any sense. The elephant I ate was the ball of yarn, which makes less sense. So this entire time, I didn’t know I was supposed to unravel this ball of yarn… and then eat it. But why?

Then a Buddhist/yoga master/friend of mine said, just watch everything like your thoughts are waves with no attachment whatsoever to your emotions. That way you won’t have to eat an elephant and unravel a bunch of yarn.