Zen and the Art of Donut Sustenance
I have learned in my travels
that life is like a donut
have learned in my travels that life is like a donut.
Just three things are inevitable in life - Paradox,
Change and Humour.
The donut is a paradox – That what it isn't (the
hole) defines it as much as that what it is (the whole).
a donut unattended and it always miraculously changes
form. Guard a donut closely and watch it intensely,
it still changes form. Yum! No-thing stays the
same for long no matter how we wish. Change is the natural
result of our forever changing perception of “what
is” from moment to moment (what donut?).
one gets too serious, narrow and humourless, one’s
mind comes to the conclusion that one’s own choice
of “what is” is the only "right"
donut for all. All the other donuts are evil. It is
better to see the humour in such a stance in both this
and the rest of life. This expanded awareness leads
one full circle to the divine paradox that all choices
are the "right" choice in life (a box of donuts).
If I am getting too wholy (and nutty too), I offer a
Zen Fuddhist paradox as an alternative.
The Canadian Koan
If someone is alone in
a forest, can the sound of just one Tim Horton Timbit™
being eaten be heard?
The perfection that she who does not go within goes
without. What goes and is found within? The hole or
Sometimes things are best left as sacred. Where did
you think the “O” in OOOOOOhhhhhhmmmmm comes
Meditating on a donut
(Timbits™ are the ever popular deep-fried bite
sized donut holes left over from the donut and only
available from Canada's Tim
Horton™ Donut chain)