August 21, 2002

Flesh

I discovered today that my readership has gone up twenty percent since I stopped writing so much. Among other things this reminds me of the old saw that women are attracted to men who treat them badly. Sadly I think there’s some truth to that, broadly speaking.

However I assure you that our relationship is based on a different model. You are hungry and I feed you. Or rather, I try to. And in the process am fed. Actually the hungry person is me; I feed myself.

This reminds of an old Jewish saying: There’s always enough food in the kitchen for one more meal. It’s a lie of course. Eventually you run out of the last thing you have, and the meals are over. Is the speaker suggesting we eat our own flesh? If so, our flesh will run out too, same as everything else. Nothing doesn’t run out.