Phil walked out of the coffee shop with a cup of drip coffee with a shot of white mocha. He saw a young man sitting on an outside table reading a religious book.
Phil asked, “What are you reading that for?”
I’m looking for the truth,” said the young man. “Do you know what time it is? My cell is dead.”
Phil looked at his weathered replica of a World War II US Army standard issue wrist watch. The young man stared at it with high interest.
“Cool watch,” said the young man.
“Ever see WW II movies where they say, ‘Gentlemen synchronize your watches?'”
“Well, THIS is that watch and it’s 5:14 pm,” said Phil as picked up the young man’s pencil. Phil held the pencil out to him with both of his hands holding each end.
“Hold this with both hands like so and look at it.”
The young man smiled, hesitated and then obeyed.
“Stare at it intently,” said Phil as he drug his hand through his thick brown hair, “And listen to what I have to say.”
Phil bent over into the man’s ear and whispered.
“The truth is a lie.”
The young man felt a shock in his body and dropped the pencil.
“What the …?”
Phil walked away. The young man came after him stammering.
“H-h-h-how did you do that?”
“Do you want the truth about how I did it?”
“I already told you.”
Phil sipped his coffee squared his feet and let it rip – full on.
“THE TRUTH IS A LIE!”
The young man fell on his butt from Phil’s declaration.
As Phil walked away, he turned to look at the young man and said.
“Test drive it for a week. Wear the idea like a coat and see if it fits you. Maybe it’ll keep out the cold.”
He walked to his home, cooked some Mexican Quinoa and read three chapters of “Thus Spake Zarathustra.”
“You know, I think Nietzsche’s superman should have had a cape … ”
1 cup quinoa
2 tbs vegetable oil
1 cup salsa
2 cups water
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp sea salt
1/2 tsp cumin
Take the oil put it in a sauce pan and place the quinoa in it. Saute the quinoa until it turns a nice brown.
Mix in the other ingredients. Bring to boil. Cook for 20.