I’m satisfied being the captain, police chief, mayor, and president. I like being in charge of me. But, when I took a bite of this morning’s Bougatsa, it occurred to me that perhaps we can rule together forever. If I can just bring myself to handle its sweetness and the overpowering joy it invokes in me.
As many wise Greek men have said, always listen to the Bougatsa if it starts speaking to you.
This morning, I hear a woman’s voice bubbling over with excitement. I get the feeling we share the same anticipation for time’s passing. She’s an actress on stage, but also the director, guiding the character from afar, with no ostensible fear of personal repercussion. While others harbor fear of uncertainty and oddity, it is her good natured curiosity that prevails. That, foremost, is what I love about her.
She knows something, but she can’t describe it with words. You can catch a glimpse of it behind the sparkle in her eyes. Her first priority is satisfying the soul’s yearning to organize matter. The body – the vessel – reacts with rhythm, grace, and patience with each stroke of charcoal. The Earth’s evolution experiment has never been so successful. Perhaps it is all downhill from here. I’d marry this Bougatsa.
Written by the Schway Father of Time