On acclaim and economy.

 

To be admired is to be remembered by the plurality, but in maintaining our own sanity, we so often have to disregard the plurality that it all seems so much vanity and wind-slapping.  So we must let that be for another day, to have the esteem of people about which we could give less than a care.

For today, we have family and friends, concentric circles, nested lists, sorted and unsorted, fools of a different stripe, and fools of our common stripe, people that if they were mad, they have my or our kind of madness.

These and not much else.

To have their love is enough, and I say, would I also have their respect along with the accompanying bother of the offing?

The bigger you are, the more prodigious the shadow; the more it takes to sustain you.  Why else do you think the ascetics talked of having small thinly bodies?  They wished to take little, spend not so much time and treasure on diet.

As of the 112-year-old woman in the old USSR who ate her porridge and sausage link every morning.

And to have an economy is not to overspend, but to spend and observe incoming and outgoing, a digestive bouncer and doorman.  To be further the master of oneself.

Think further, if you enjoyed eating, would their not come a time when your happiness depending on fine eating?  And to be denied sumptuous fare would hurt somehow?

As of the old adage, "eat to live; do not live to eat", accredited to Ben Franklin of the Poor Richard stripe, a commonism, not communism, but not far from it, something from the chowline for the writer of truisms and common wit.

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