Braino for the Clogged Brain

While some of the readings in my Religious Studies class had my brain clogged with unfamiliar lexicons and philosophical banters in a myriad of loquacious meanderings around a point that was not poignant, I am finally finding some relief.

Much like the previous run-on sentence, my brain has clicked into a flow of consciousness that incorporates a modicum of tangible processing and a deeper understanding of the questions wherein.

I'd like to attribute that to the Freud reading but I don't think Freud is the culprit.

I blame the wily instructor and the continuous offerings of sacred fruit as nourishment to my starved brain. I particularly enjoy the fresh fruit. The old fruit started out as grapes but now, these grapes have become raisins—Otto, Hume, Smith (J.Z., not Husten, I love that guy, he's still a grape), Tylor, he’s functional as a grape but his fruit is sooo primitive.

While the raisins loosened everything up, the fresh grapes are really getting things moving in this near-grape brain of mine!

My new favorite fruits;

• Immanuel Kant—this guy is old enough to be a raisin, but sheesh, he’s phenomenal!
• Freud—old too, but still as fresh as an unripe banana, preserved by his own Victorian father.
• Wendy Doniger—Now that gal is sexy! She may not be a strict vegetarian and she sure can piss off a cow, but I like her sense of exploration and I am now creating a myth around her existence.
• Weber—Meh, he’s okay in an economic pinch, but I’m a little disenchanted with him.

Still life Painting Fruit (’The Autumn Gift’) was painted by George Lance in 1834.