Thursday, January 24, 2008

My Crapper and Me

Inspiration comes from many different sources. A poet may take a walk in the forest, or sit beside a sparkling mountain stream. Others seek Divine Guidance,observe people in everyday life. I find mine sitting on the crapper.

Yes, the privacy of the john affords a man the freedom to think, expand his horizons, and win the Nobel prize for making the world a better place.There is nothing I cannot achieve on the crapper.

It all begins very early in life and the experience remains deeply ingrained in our ego. After all, Mommy said we were good little boys and girls for successfully dumping our Gerber cherry desert in the porcelain god.Our ego was stroked. The blueprint for success became visible. All we had to do was successfully fill that darned old bowel, and we were gods and goddesses.

Not only were we praised for being good,the magnitude of our deposit was praised. Ah yes, Mommy thinks I am a good boy for using this damn thing, but I was special for producing a large log. Life was good!

It never leaves us. Come on, be honest, you still take pride in the size of your deposit. You can't fool me, you still look before flushing.Yea , I thought so.

And so, I find my ego in the crapper.It is there that the masters of the ages speak to me. It is there that I am filled with inspiration to become an author, a businessman, a president, a ---well a blogger. It doesn't get any better than that. Well, I have go for now. Mother Nature calls.

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