I am certain that you will find chef has produced an excellent regional menu, highlighting—of course—that which is not only in season but flawlessly ripe. Allow your pate’s palate to ultimate indulgence.
For an agreeably palatable hors d'oeuvres might I suggest either:
- Johnson’s Critique de Edward Cayce (served on a bed of Mesclun greens): As balanced a dish as exists on this menu, it gives a taste of Johnson’s extreme fairness in examining the entire body of Cayce’s work: bias-free.
- “The Astonishing Hypothesis”: Not nearly as heavy or rich as it sounds, this crisp, refreshing starter prepared by our own Francis Crick suggests our spirit, our soul, our personality resides within a physical house in our very real brain. A road map to free will accompanies this bite of yummy.
For this evening, we have prepared four main courses. Our chef apologizes, but we seem to have a tremendous amount of Ken Wilber in stock.
- Perfectly Fat Gurus: Enjoy this robust paunch of guru with a steaming side of disciple-borne excuses and karmic explanations. We all know, after all, that gurus would never fart, belch, pick their noses, or have ingrown toe-nails.
- Pairing of Ken Wilber & Da: If eating this course does not evoke belly laughter, go straight to a doctor to have your funny bone x-rayed. Wilber (with a hearty helping of Lane) provides the meat of this feast while Da provides the color (careful, some of the colors may run or even stain). This is probably the most digestible Wilber dish on the menu and a house specialty. Just make certain to not confuse the message with the medium.
- Now for Evolution: A bit tough, a bit chewy, a lot of gristle on this one. More of Wilber’s shortcoming here. Must have a strong constitution to adequately assimilate.
- Intelligent Dinner Design or Evolution Part Deux: Where did this gourmet go wrong? Two science geeks talking about some other science geek behind his back… peppered liberally with lots of holons and holonics (warning: peppering may cause neural sweating). Oddly enough, the pairing seem to be arguing the same point. This is one heavy meal, filling, hearty, mostly leftover bits we couldn’t use in other dishes (wings, legs, and eyes), and will probably result in indigestion.
Now, for dessert, I humbly offer:
- Fine Feynman: Delicate pairing of time pieces and high winds surrounding the deaths of the beloved of two mental giants and their opposing suppositions of why both the explainable and unexplainable happened.
- Kirpal Singh: Not quite as good as it sounds. A tart, somewhat sour reminder of Wilber’s shortcomings when ready applying labels and laurels to gurus. Best served straight from the blast chiller as Lane’s take on Wilber—although we can only assume is at least half accurate—is a bit overdone, if not in content or context, in sheer volume of ingredient.
And, finally, to cleanse the pallet, I certainly suggest:
Chapter 9 – Occam’s Razor: For those with allergies or digestive sensitivities, you’ll be delighted to know that this recipe is almost 100% Wilber-free. Well, okay, you got me here, he’s still in there. However, the chief ingredients (pretext, text, and context) blend wonderfully together just like a salted caramel chocolate. Yes thank you may I have another?
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