Imagine, if you will, a single woman with a penchant for meditating. She meditates nightly about her hopes and dreams. Her one vice – chocolate – the scapegoat for her supposed problems. If she hates chocolate, she imagines, she would look like a J. Crew model, be married to a man nigh unto Mark Ruffalo in 13 Going on 30, and eat quality sushi while watching the sunset at least three times a week. If she could gain control of her cravings, she would have control over the universe.
“I hate chocolate,” she repeats. Her mantra is simple. In yoga, her intention is: satisfied. Satisfied.
But alas, all the meditation and yoga is of no use. Chocolate haunts her waking moments. And so, she gives up.
Fast forward to years later. She is happily married to a man who loves BBC Dramas. She no longer cares about looking like a J. Crew model because their jeans are very uncomfortable and who wants to wear wool gabardine while changing a diaper.
But the universe did not forget her. She is granted her wish.
She gets her tonsils out. Chocolate now tastes disgusting.
Now, she hovers in a fifth dimension. A fifth dimension beyond that which is known to women. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow. She realizes that she both has control and will never have control over the universe. The universe acts both dependently and independently. You are the master of your destiny. You will always get what you want, but then when you get it, it will be too late to want something different.
She wishes everyday she could taste what she still craves.
This Halloween be careful what you wish for . . .
The tools of oppression do not necessarily come from bombs. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes only in the minds of men. For the record, thoughts can alter reality. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to The Twilight Zone.