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(52,791 posts)rug
(82,333 posts)"There are two ways to wash the dishes. The first is to wash the dishes in order to have clean dishes and the second is to wash the dishes in order to wash the dishes. . . .
If while washing the dishes, we think only of the cup of tea that awaits us, thus hurrying to get the dishes out of the way as if they were a nuisance, then we are not washing the dishes to wash the dishes. Whats more, we are not alive during the time we are washing the dishes.
In fact we are completely incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink. If we cant wash the dishes, the chances are we wont be able to drink our tea either. While drinking the cup of tea, we will only be thinking of other things, barely aware of the cup in our hands. Thus we are sucked away into the future and we are incapable of actually living one minute of life."
~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
rug
(82,333 posts)sarge43
(28,945 posts)Win win.
jmowreader
(50,562 posts)Thor_MN
(11,843 posts)In case the mosquitos dropped you over open water.
Paper Roses
(7,475 posts)Response to rug (Original post)
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rug
(82,333 posts)With that window it ceases being a household chore.
Welcome to DU.
blogslut
(38,016 posts)Anyone get the reference?
rug
(82,333 posts)Unless I'm mistaken - it's a remembered line from season 1/episode 6 OG Star Trek: Mudd's Women.
The sassy woman is on the stormy planet with the grumpy miner and he explains that they never do dishes because water is scarce. She drops a sage bomb by suggesting: "Why don't you hang the dishes outside and let the sand blast them clean?"
rug
(82,333 posts)I was thinking of when they found them on that planet.
But nobody talked about dishes.
Looks like Roddenberry had a very specific notion of hell.
blogslut
(38,016 posts)I may not have the direct quotation of the line but that is the episode. Girl-child me remembers it clearly.
PROOF!
CHILDRESS: I had things where I wanted them.
EVE: I ate some of your food, so I paid with some chores.
CHILDRESS: And I do my own cooking. I've not laid a hand on you. Remember that.
EVE: Oh, the sound of male ego. You travel halfway across the galaxy, and it's still the same song. There. You going to eat or talk?
CHILDRESS: I guess I'm supposed to sit, taste, and roll my eyes. Ooh, female cooking again. I've tasted better, by my own hand.
EVE: Well you're tasting some of it now. I couldn't scrape three layers of your leavings out of that pan.
CHILDRESS: You find me a well, some decent water, then talk.
EVE: Well, why don't you hang your pan out in the wind and let the sand blast it clean, or hadn't you thought about that?
CHILDRESS: (after hanging out the pots) It might work...
http://www.chakoteya.net/StarTrek/4.htm
EDIT ADD: I've gone too far to prove a dumb point but that's why I'm a loner, Dottie.