As I sit here early this morning pondering life (thus far) and the many choices that life (my life) has already brought or has yet the possibility to bring, I come to the realization that I am sate. In particular, when it comes to my desire to understand and fully enjoy the art of smoking a pipe.
I understand that I am just as happy (if not happier) smoking Captain Black from my first basket pipe that my daughter bought for me on my fortieth birthday, as I am smoking Esoterica from a Tom Eltang Saturn grade poker (most of which I have already given away: two Tom Eltang pokers and all of my Esoterica blends). The false want creates the perceived need, and the perceived need, much disappointment.
I am sate, I already have more than enough...and nothing can be added which will change that; except the false want and the perceived need.
Now, on to my first smoke of the day: Captain Black in a fourteen year old basket pipe.
Life is good.
“The trick is, I find, to tone your wants and tastes low down enough, and make much of negatives, and of mere daylight and the skies.” ~ Walt Whitman
I understand that I am just as happy (if not happier) smoking Captain Black from my first basket pipe that my daughter bought for me on my fortieth birthday, as I am smoking Esoterica from a Tom Eltang Saturn grade poker (most of which I have already given away: two Tom Eltang pokers and all of my Esoterica blends). The false want creates the perceived need, and the perceived need, much disappointment.
I am sate, I already have more than enough...and nothing can be added which will change that; except the false want and the perceived need.
Now, on to my first smoke of the day: Captain Black in a fourteen year old basket pipe.
Life is good.
“The trick is, I find, to tone your wants and tastes low down enough, and make much of negatives, and of mere daylight and the skies.” ~ Walt Whitman
