Autumn: The Empty Yawning Chasm
The fact that logic cannot satisfy us awakens an almost insatiable hunger for the irrational. ~A. N. Wilson Meet my appetite: The voracious monster and – The Empty Yawning Chasm. If left unchecked, The Chasm will create havoc. Much of my life has been spent staving it off, and woe-be-onto-me should I ignore its first signs. The Chasm retains a tight leash on me, reminding me of the numerous impulses within to grab the first thing at hand, usually a fatty crunchy carb or fast food, typically fried in grease. (An aside: Last week, while on my walk, I slipped, almost landing on my ass, on a smelly grease stain deposited by Chick-fil-A in the alleyway behind its property – think about that as you take your next bite of its classic chicken sandwich. How that stuff must grease up one’s colon like a colonoscopy prep – we oldsters think a lot about such connections.) I have been told that humans living in First World Countries have never experienced gut-wrenching hunger...
