Onion Ring
It is said that Buddha once delivered a silent sermon to his disciples where he simply stared at a flower and smiled. The gist if it was to get them to appreciate the “stillness” of the universe and the beauty inherent within all of nature. Something along those lines, anyway.
Yesterday as I was sitting in Carl’s Junior munching down a supersized onion ring I took a moment to admire its crummy asymmetry and cholesterol-laden goodness and wondered, “why couldn’t it have been an onion ring?” Surely Buddha would have been equally happy staring at a big onion ring. Who wouldn’t be? Everybody loves onion rings.
And I smiled like an idiot because, for a moment at least, I was dead certain I was the happiest person in the restaurant.