It's 11 o clock right now. I have never had a midnight snack-habit before. I never had a pattern of going to sleep with the stomach’s insistence of extra at 12 am. I don’t wake at the appropriate snack time to raid the fridge... Of course, I never get to sleep before midnight these days so how could I?
Still, there is something I have discovered recently in late-night snacks that is oh so delicious just before bed at roughly 12:00am. Postum and honeyed toast. It’s just enough to keep my belly from complaining through the night. Postum is something that I’ve advertised to a few people while saying it’s a “coffee substitute” which is true, and yet it has no affiliation to coffee. I assume that people who drink coffee must like the taste of it, and I like the taste of Postum, so I guess that counts as a similarity, but not an affiliation. And mmm… Sure does taste yummy. It’s a comfort food I suppose. Like ice-cream to other people, this is my yummy.
Why am I talking about Postum? Because Postum makes me happy. I don’t know the proper pronunciation of the word... Post-um… post. Um… To post something where everyone in the world could have it. And um…
Having this warm mug of not-hot-chocolate makes me think how the world would be different, were everyone to have a warm cup of something non-addictive and healthy just before bed. Something warm that politicians would sip just before they tuck themselves in, just to give them good thoughts and dreams. Something for all the children in Africa young or old who don’t have much food. A nice comfort knowing that at the end of the day, their bellies would be filled. Something for the people with radical views of the world, who want to destroy things to get their points across to everyone. Perhaps with just a little mug of warm Postum and a piece of honeyed toast, the people of this world would take time before they fall asleep to look out their windows as they sip warm Postum and eat the toast, staring up at the moon and stars, or across the darkened city, lit up with little dots of yellow light. Maybe they would gaze at the faces of the little ones around them having already fallen asleep after their own warm Postum. Perhaps, just maybe the thoughts thought would be a good kind of different, and people would see the light in the world; of stars, of the moon, of city lights, and lights in each other’s eyes.
Maybe, just maybe, I can hold onto this naïve thought, and believe the world would begin to realize that there is hope still, and that there is time to love and care, time to be loved and cared for, and time to sip warm Postum from a mug at midnight, staring out the window just before we turn out the lights.
Well, now it’s midnight. Cheers!
1 comment:
Always keep an eye outside the rules? Good point. It's essential to remember that even when you have everything figured out, you still need to keep watching for evidence of where you're wrong. But it's hard. You spend a lot of effort trying to understand, and when things finally fall together in a way that makes sense you want to rely on the explanation you've created. Always remembering that we don't know everything, and that we won't ever know everything, can get a mite depressing. True, it keeps things exciting. There's always something else to discover and no end to the surprises. Just don't get too anxious to 'arrive', because in this game you never do. You reach the end of the maze and there's a sign that says "Entrance" instead of "Exit". It's a different maze ahead, and the rules you thought were so solid were just enough off that you have to find new ones. Or, as you said, fly on inexplicable knowledge - common sense, intuition, revelation. Without, of course, discarding logic and observation. If you figure out where the balance is, let me know ;)
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