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Recently I gave a recipe for chia pudding to my aunt. She enjoyed the dessert so much she suggested I turn it into a business. Clearly she thinks I need the money or have entrepreneurial aspirations, neither of which is the case. Perhaps she thinks I want to help people. Which is not ignoble of her. As if I really could help people by performing a function for them that takes 1 or 2 minutes to do themselves. That's like wiping butts for a living.

And so I calmly told my aunt that I was not put on this world to make chia pudding for the masses, adding that a simple Internet search would probably reveal a dozen similar products already on the market. I told her the only useful products are those that fulfill genuine needs, and in reality, our needs are so very simple we should be fulfilling them ourselves. We need clothing, shelter, and food. Other needs, like meaningful relationships, should not be bought but are nevertheless sometimes sold. Just look at the back of LA Weekly or walk through a Vegas casino if you're looking to hire a friend with or without the meaning.

As Krishnamurti once wrote: "Society is essentially based, not on supplying the essentials, but on psychological aggrandizement using the essentials as psychological expansion of oneself."

And isn't this only too true?

Consumerism has run rampant. Cars are sold for how sleek they will make you feel, as if they were an extension of your personality. If it was just for getting from point A to B, people would buy the cheapest most reliable and gas-efficient model possible, likely something Japanese. You need this new gadget or gizmo to complete you, to prove your worthiness, etc. Do we really need 101 types of cereals, or a deluge of hats and handbags and sofas and shoes etc?

I know this doesn't apply to you personally, my dear, but bear with me while I vent.

And I said to my aunt, since food is the item we need more than other essentials and need to buy most frequently, and making your own food is without a doubt the healthiest (if not the tastiest) type of meal, then a person should make as many of his/her own meals as possible. Another argument against mass-producing chia pudding. If your life is too busy to perform an essential function like food preparation for yourself and/or your family, your life is too busy and you need to simplify.

There is so much clutter, so much that is unnecessary, so much time that is wasted on technology (I promise I'm almost done), that by eliminating all the riff-raff you can create huge chunks of space in your life that you can fill with quality functions like meaningful relationships, or just sprawl out in and enjoy, like a huge comfy couch made of the soft sumptuous space of the Self. 

There are apps now and websites that let you donate all your junk, sometimes for store credit. And the Salvation Army is a phone call away. If you're not using it, lose it, or leave it on the curb.

Employ the KISS rule and "keep it simple, sweetheart." Simplify your life. Make space in your day. Then you can make your own chia pudding.

Of course I'm not saying this for your benefit, since I know you and I know this is how you already operate. Perhaps these words are for my own good. Simplifying the thought process, removing the mental clutter, is something I need to remind myself to do. 

So we'll put away our books, cast aside our philosophies, throw caution to the wind, feed dogma to the dogs, and just play the game of life together.

For as they say (and sang), "It Takes Two."


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