> From: John Lilly <John.C.Lilly-1@ou.edu> > Subject: [CH] first rocoto > > All of a > sudden, the heat started to build. I could feel the spirit of El Grande > flowing through my body. I was on fire, a burning sacrifice. So much nicer than a catacomb of cattle or random strangers.... Anyone read Lawson's book on Greek religion? Yeah, I know you're not supposed to bring up religion, politics, or sex in polite company. As if this is polite company. Anyway, the rest of y'all are _always_ bringing up sex :-0. Lawson basically says that the ancient Greek idea, which he's documented as still alive in Greek Orthodox Christianity, is that men achieve communion with the God(s) by "dissolving" physically (i.e., dying and decomposing, or being cremated). This allows the soul to travel into the invisible universe, where the gods and the dead dwell. "Dissolving" is a verb that includes decomposing, burning, etc. and is as close as Greek comes to the idea of complete physical destruction. Knowing the average Greek palate, I think a pimento would suffice. :-) So when you chomp down on that rocoto, or that red savina that I'm hoping will set on my newly-flowering plant, and your tongue feels like a burnt sacrifice, it really is. You're sending your tongue on a quick roundstrip to say "howdy" to El Grande (or maybe La Granda?). Exercise for whoever's feeling up to it: compare and contrast with Aldous Huxley's "Doors of Perception" and "Heaven and Hell." -- Michael Blakeley mike@blakeley.com <http://www.blakeley.com/> Performance Analysis for Internet Technologies