Honey Dipped

Honey Dipped FAA

I look at these flowers and I can’t help but think of honey and butter rolled up in a warm tortilla, oh my!

That’s one my favorite sensual joys. I’m sure you have yours that are pretty awesome too. But you know, I never had to have yucky food to be able to appreciate yummy food. Yummy food is immediately yummy without needing to reference anything else but its own yumminess.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

It’s a spiritual cliché that if we didn’t know pain, how would we know pleasure, if we didn’t know the bad, how would we know the good?

I’m not buying it, and I think you can see from the example above (I’m sure you can think of a few choice ones of your own) how quickly that’s shown to be B.S. — Berry Silly. (mmmm, berries!)

Not that we can’t learn from suffering, because we obviously can, and not that I wouldn’t appreciate a good honey and butter burrito even more if I had to eat mud burritos for a few days.

The point is, it’s kind of offensive and patronizing to cite this particular bit of nonsense as some kind of sensible or comforting answer. Though I’ve been tempted to use it myself when I didn’t have any good answer for suffering. As if there was one.

And to think this all started with a picture of some flowers…

Some of which are good to eat also!

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.


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