The Great Guru of the East
My walking stick & I finally made it up the Indian mountain. We had traveled all the way here to consult the famed guru of the East. I slowly approached the guru in his cave, bowing before the tiny little man. He looks like Gandhi. “O Great Guru of the East…â€
“West.†I look up suddenly.
“Pardon?â€
“If you go far enough East, you go West,†the guru says simply.
Clearing my throat, I continue. “I came from America to seek your wisdom…â€
“Well, you’ve found it! Here I am!†he cried excitedly. This is a strange character…
“Erm, that’s not quite what I mean. I’ve been told you know the Meaning of Life. I’d wish to know it, if you please?†The guru thought a moment.
“Ah, the Meaning of Life! The Meaning of Life is a rutabaga.†I’m stunned.
“A- rutabaga? Is that it?!†He becomes deeply troubled.
“Um, maybe it’s broccoli?†I nodded and crawled out.
“A rutabaga?!†I muttered to myself.
I told you you shouldn’t have given up on the garden, my walking stick mocked.
“Oh, shut up,†I grumbled.