Once upon a time there was a not so wise Man.

This Man was sitting atop a mountain, legs in lotus position, palms gently resting towards the sky, in quiet meditation. If you asked this Man what he was doing he would respond, at great length, about the nature of his mediation. He would tell you that his mediation was of a truly zen nature. He would tell you that his meditation gave him terrific mental powers. He would tell you that his mediation gave him memory beyond memory.

Many years ago this Man's memory was said to be quite awful. Many people said this about him, at many times, in many places. After many years of forgetting many things, he decided to change for the better. He began meditation upon this mountain.

If, by some magical ability, you were able to go up that mountain and go to that Man and, without interrupting his meditation, enter his very mind, you would immediately be struck by his inner monologue: "... don't forget the mayonnaise... don't forget the mayonnaise... don't forget the mayonnaise...".

I know this Man.

M.