September 24, 2017
Moncton, New Brunswick
The idea of a man's soul stems from his ego. From the first insistence that we were different from the animals, we confused our deeper consciousness for that of a greater spirit that must exist beyond the body. Thus the soul became man's true identity, and the body became a foul, morose contraption of the anti-soul, whatever god or devil he or she may choose that to be, and is deemed inferior to the soul. But where the mind is flawed and obscured, the body is transparent and honest. It is the truest connection to the man's soul, should they choose it to exist. For the mind has the innate ability to turn fiction into belief, and belief into ideology, and ideology into fact. But we must cherish the body more than the mind or the soul, for the only true fact that stems beyond belief is the honesty of the body. When the body is here, we must deem it so despite the argued presence of the mind and soul, and when it is gone, we know it is gone. The presentation of the chocolate milkshake was nearly flawless, as if it had been crafted by a lesser god but a god nonetheless. The appeal of its picturesque formation demanded indulgence. It could not exist without its purpose, and that purpose was, of course, to be consumed. Upon first taste, there was to be found a comfort and safety. The security of a familiar laugh, crafted over years of hardship and pleasure, weary of this life but unwilling to leave it behind. It did not create something new; it was neither ingenious nor quite dull. Its flavour did not demand your attention or your approval, it simply was and could always be. If history favours the bold, then perhaps this milkshake will be lost in time with the rest of our nostalgia, things and memories that lose all value when we should decide we can live without them. When the memories attached to these items become forgotten. When our minds decide it is unneeded or unwanted, whether it is a truth or not. But there is comfort in the timid, something that will never try to exist as something else, to know you will wake the next day and your life will go unchanged, if only for awhile. If you should choose to cherish your body with a milkshake in Moncton, New Brunswick, you should find this one to satiate the indulgence. Satisfy the temptation, if only for awhile. Upon inspection, its appearance may out-perform it's initial taste, but the milkshake in itself is valiant and noble in its existence.