July 6, 2000
The Virtue Of CleanlinessOr...
"Why I can't be a dirty hippie"
I must bathe.
Some people have moral callings, some people are bound by
Honor, Duty, Family...
For me, I must shower -- daily.
I don't understand people who can live with their funky aroma
and unruly, greasy locks for days on end.
Maybe something in my toilet training years went wrong...
but I'm obsessed with bathing.
When I shower, I shed my emotional skin.
If my ego's hit rock bottom, if I've been working on 72-hour days with no rest,
if someone said a stinging thing;
It slips off my body and is gone with the water down the drain.
I bathe at night because for some reason,
Things mean more in the darkness,
we take things more seriously when we're surrounded by obscurity..
(it's really just a fancy way of saying it feels all cool and religious.)
Some of my most precious ideas and most Resolute Affirmations have occurred in the shower. It's the one place my body and my mind learn to take turns and balance.
It's the place I feel most genuine; there's no one shaping my behavior, directing my thoughts -- just everything I truly own in one wet, naked, contemplative bundle.
Whatever your feelings are about the old shower-and-bath,
It's summertime and we are all working up some pretty foul nonsense on our bodies; I for one think it's a blessing we have the means to cast that filth aside and emerge Brand New.
That's all.
Except, another thing about the summer;
It produces the best fruit ever:
Peaches, Apricots, Watermelons, Cherries -- you can taste the sunshine in that stuff.
I like it Juicy, Dribbling, and Sweet.
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