This could be a job for Neil deGrasse Tyson.
I called Anjali, our grand-daughter.
"What is that?"
I wondered if she had been fiddling with some supra-lens, up in some observatory, aiming toward the night skies.
"I was hungry," she explained with a giggle. "I was making some mashed potatoes in the microwave."
She used a glass plate to cover the dish. When she took out the plate, there was condensation on it.
"I went outside and got some leaves and put them on my table. Then I put the plate on top of it."
She usually takes about 15 seconds for a photograph. She points her iphone 5s and knows something will come of it.
No re-takes. She just knows.
"I was just messing around," she said.
So life is not a fountain, as the guru maintained.
Instead, life is a plate of nuked mashed potatoes.
Happy solstice. Happy carbs. Happy comfort food. Happy New Year. Happy mysteries.
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