the hole is more than the whole or is it

Damn,

have not really had much chance to bake bread for the last week or so.. have been rather slack, but something that has been brewing over the last few days, amongst a hellava lot of things.., was the concept of the hole being more than the whole.. you may ask? What the hell am i rambling on about? But it is simple, when looking at a bread, how important are the holes as a proportion of the whole? I dont know, is it the taste imparted by the glutin polymerizing with the water sugar and yeast and becoming all rubbery or is it the holes in the bread which make it? Think about the holes in ciabatta? they are more important or not? than the taste? not sure, cos if i look at mu most favourite bread it has little or no holes, i know that.. Rotti .. is that a bread, or not, where do we define a bread where does it start or stop is a cake a bread or is it a bread is it an ism or is it an art? we will have to ask Riaan about that? where do we draw the line with weat or flour based products? But i suppose as normal we can preport this argument into another realm .. damn it would be better if we did not? But at an elementary physics level, we are what we are not. The holes inside our molecules are not what we arenot, we are what the holes make us. Not to different from bread, only difference being that bread can still taste allright without being fully three dimensional? well it can ... think of pita, rotti, pizza, naan and all the others you can think of.

on a totally different track.. cannot really see where i was going with this hole whole thing really .. at the time it seemed important, but things change with time.. and this was in draft for a week or so?

so where to now, this is what we think about all the time, wondering what is important, what isnt important. This seems to take hold of us for the bulk of our day or days i suppose. des it help to be decisive or not, do we get more done by taking gratuitous leaps into the chasim of life <>, or do we get there by the road more travelled?

little to say on this really cos I cannot say.

but it does turn me towards another question regarding the basis of our lives in the way we experience life. this may seem like a terribly counfounding and convoluted statement or rhetoric to make. Over the last while, to be honest most of my life, I have been wondering more than owndering about the basis of our interactions in society? what is it that guarantees us a good life. Is it the places we go to te people we meet the friends our lives cross paths with, is it the sunrises, the perpetual traffic, the solitude next to the river. Is it the moments of absolute awe and wonder that we are filled with at moments in our days?

after reading the good Rabbi's comments on the wondering of jews through the desert to the promise of a new land, a new begining, is the wondering more preparatory or is the fnal crossing over into the new land? for those of us who have gypsy blood in our vens, both litteraly and figurativily where is it that we go? Is it the roaming in our heads, the roming in our hearts the experiences from day to day, the headlong onslaught into a new life, being dragged kisking and screaming under our breaths. how do we evaluate what is a good life, is it our living, our sleeping our interactions with family friends and siblings. the good, the bad, the happy the sad, for those of a faith is it the belief that the journey is paramount in the final outcome, or is it the outcome that drives the journey? I suppose I cannot say, I am not the rabbi ;-) I am not the sage I am just the person who lives in the hosue round the corner, with the wife the children, the garden the stationwagon and endless journeyman through the hours of traffic considerng the outcome of my life and others. I doubt there is a guarantee to finding an answer to any of these questions.

I allways wonder what it is to be somewhere else, how much of my happiness is generated from within, from without, do we generate our own happiness or is it a product of our living. this brings me to the parradox of life, wich can be likened to the hours i spend sitting on the spinning bycicle in the gym, session after session going nowhere fast and slow, but i suppose I am getting somehwere .. getting fitterto be able to partake in the challenges that life throws towards us. Is it not the reactions we show to adversity, the reactions we show to happiness, mirth and sadness. who is stronger who is weaker, where do we go?

somehow the keyboard is weaker than the heart, weaker than the wondering in my soul.. no not the wandering in my soul. That is something toally different, having an internal drive to go to places i know exist, yet have never seen, yet remain drawn to these places given to me by thoughts and soemtimes by words or phrases in a book, places that i have visualized and have been drawn to by feeligns akin to my bonds with the soil I tread, yet is this soil i tread ever mine, am i like the wind blowing through the rustlingleaves the dust being drawn accross empty plains? It may be that there are palces that draw us closer, often by word or concept or hope and the search for meaning, churches, shrines, places of energy, temples in mist, dunes in the desert the sun beating down we trod through life searching for an oasis of truth chasing down myriads of mirrages in the desert of life, stumbling accross mystical points of clarity.

i beg your frgivness for this rambling and slef indulgence, i do advise the topic of the bread of life will continue in lighter vain soon ;-)