No Taste At All

The legendary Lawrence of Arabia in his Seven Pillars of Wisdom narrates the nature of the Bedouins of the desert from an incident. While visiting Syria he was shown some desolate desert palace of old at the outskirts of the plains of North Syria. It was a palace that a prince had built for his beloved. His Arab guides while moving through the old ruin could still smell precious perfumes that as the legends would have it, were used in the kneading of clay for bricks. Meanwhile one took a deep breath of the desert air rolling from somewhere beyond the distant Euphrates. He observed that it had the best smell of all, for ‘it has no taste’.
Life is like that. Like a breath none may discover from where Life comes or describe it satisfactorily its prime raison d’etre. Our dissertations merely give away our own partialities or prejudices.
benny