#455

Here's a little parable for you, drawn from life.

A man pops popcorn as one of the main parts of how he makes his living at this strange time in his oddball life. On occasion, he has occasion to take the occasion to take a big plastic trash bag of leftover popcorn home, and does so. Occasionally, you see. The bag may sit around and be drawn from for a month or more, and each time, the man marvels at how this food item, perishable and delicate though it is, retains freshness and bite, even crunch, for more than two weeks, and in a diminished state is still a quality product for another three or even four weeks before at last going properly stale--at which point it is still perfectly edible, though not exciting. 

The second man approaches the first man accompanied by a woman at the place at which the first man is employed and purchases popcorn. This popocorn was popped within the last hour. Twenty minutes later the woman approaches the first man and tells him the second man wanted her to inquire whether the popcorn had been popped fresh, because it tasted stale, and to have the first man pop more if the batch had been sitting around. 

I don't know exactly what this parable is about, but I think it's probably about how different approaches to life can yield different results from the same phenomenon. I mean that is pretty basic but I guess all parables sort of are, in an obscure sort of way.

--JL