Pita Chips.

I wanted to distract myself today from thinking about things that confuse me.  The average person I suppose would explain that I read too much into things.  I do know that before anyone read anything into anything, there was so such thing as classical music.  This defense doesn't get me very far, and the average person is not wrong...I do read too much into things.  But I can't think about it any more today.  So I wrote a letter to a company.  It relaxes me.

Below please find the text sent to BAKED PITA CHIPS.  I don't think anything is quite as delicious and crunchy.  There was a rather small box and allotted number of characters, so I had to be as brief.

Dear Creators of Baked Pita Chips,


I would extend the courtesy  of introducing and explaining a bit about myself were it not for the space restrictions in which I might praise your fine product.  The Romans believed so much in bread and bakers they put a baker in the Senate, and certainly thought of bread as some kind of boat for man's soul, a means by which (through creating and sharing) he might nourish himself and extend kindness to others.  I have no doubt this philosophy was imbued in the entire creative process of your "baked" pita chips; heat and ovens of course also representing passion, fire--the center of the universe.  The mind of God.  Wasn't it Nietzsche who said "seek not God in the empty firmament of the mind"?  I have no idea what he was talking about.  But clearly the leader at your fine company--the single creative epicenter from which the idea of this crispy chip burst forth--this individual's mind may very well contain some portal to the almighty infinite being called "God".  Please extend my hearty congratulations, and encouragement to this person to adamantly continue exploring the helpful recesses of his or her generative brain, for therein lies transcendence and sublime snack satisfaction.


With Admiration and Respect,


~ Bernard