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>> Swill <<

(Wisdom Stinks) Young Marcus, back then, actually had no idea what a hospital orderly was. But hospital was a good word and orderly sounded - well - orderly. This hospital job was with the hospital food services. Now that's twice as good, getting to work in the hospital and around food at the same time. And these were professionals, health professionals. He envisioned deep discussions of nutrition, combating disease by careful selection of diet, manipulating carbohydrates to allow feats of prowess in sports. Then there were the problems of food preservation in the setting of mass distribution, maybe even consultations in cases of food toxicity. So much more. Somewhere between expectation, fantasy, and reality is a space, a universe that each of us carries within. Insight is the collapse of that space, wisdom the big bang. On his way here, he contemplated the possibilities of his universe. The Hindu concept of the universe as an infinite net, with a jewel at each node appealed to him. Each multifaceted jewel reflected the images of all the surrounding jewels complete with their own reflections intact, thus infinities of infinities. Just think of the possibilities that lie within one jewel, and perhaps within this jewel of an opportunity. There is energy in possibility and that energy is expectation orbiting hope. Marcus met his new work mates after a very odd exchange with the head cook, a wide man of pale complexion and no hair, except beard stubble, hanging fat and jowls, dressed in white sweat soaked pants and T-shirt. "You sure you want this job?" the cook asked skeptically, his dental disrepair all too visible, "You don't look stupid."