On Sunday, Tina and her friend Kim went to a seminar titled, “The Power of Meditation,” led by a Korean meditation man named Ilchi Lee, who is an expert in “Dahn” Yoga.
As many of you know, Tina and I do not share the same thoughts on belief. While I think there is no good reason for believing that there is a deity of any kind controlling the universe, Tina thinks that there could be something.
While she doesn’t believe in heaven or hell in the sense that the Catholics taught her growing up, she thinks that there is a unmistakeable power and energy in the universe that cannot be denied.
We agree that calling the universe deity-like is okay. But the universe doesn’t reflect the views promoted by any kind of church, Mormon, Islamic, Catholic, Protestant, et al.
Imagine that, we don’t agree on faith and belief, but we have a helluva relationship, peppered with ups and downs, fun times and sad. And what binds us isn’t similar views on every subject, but rather the love we have for each other and the want and desire to make “us” work.
This is too much exposition to say that Tina came home from the seminar. I said, “How did it go?”
And she said, “It was good.” She let a beat pass, then said, “It sucks that everything must turn corporate.”
Her insinuation was EVERYTHING. Churches, charities, medicine, love … everything has a corporate spin. Wiping your ass has a corporate spin. If you aren’t thinking about Cottenelle just after tossing a browned stained bit of paper in the toilet on top of your waste, a marketing VP has failed her job and she should be fired.
Or you live in a place like Thailand that puts those water hoses by the toilet. I love those things. When you catch a GI bug and have to wipe 60 times an hour, they come in really handy.
But back to the topic at hand.
Tina went to a seminar with over 500 people in attendance. Each ticket was $20 or $40 at the door. Say the seminar raked in $15,000.
That’s $15,000 toward a completely intangible product.
Twenty bucks only covered admission. Ilchi Lee’s book was on sale. And if you bought a book, you got a free aura reading. Or you could pay $20 for an aura reading. Who knows how much the book cost.
What the hell is an aura reading? And why would I pay $20 for it?
I know what my aura is saying all the time. Most times, I look angry, because I’m concentrating on several things at one time … or I’m trying not to expel gas inappropriately in public.
But usually I’m thinking about funny things, so inside I’m laughing.
Or I’m thinking about atheism, aka my mental disorder.
I could give myself $20 right now and I could blow it on something, like one of those remote control helicopters. I love those things.