February 28, 2007

A yak is a wish your heart makes.

I woke up this morning with the following question in my head: "Does a wish made by a yak get special consideration?" Special consideration by whom, I'm not sure; this suggests the existence of some kind of wish-granting demiurge which may or may not have a soft spot for yaks. This is not something that I can recall ever making an appearance in my personal spiritual universe before about 8:00 this morning.

As far as I can reconstruct it, I was having a dream in which I, inside a room of some kind, looked out the window and saw a yak. Like any sane person would, I began to desperately wish for the yak to come up to the window and look inside. It didn't do so, but I remained hopeful. Maybe, I thought, maybe the yak actually wants to come over as much as I want it to come over. Maybe my wishing doesn't accomplish much, but surely the yak is wishing right now also. And shouldn't that count for something?

Posted by dianna at February 28, 2007 10:46 AM

I and my friend Daphne once made up an incredibly long story about how Girl Scout cookies are made through a seven-day process, involving the tears of virgins and the phlegm of a green yak. We were selling the cookies in front of a grocery store at the time, and we would tell this story at the top of our lungs to try and get people to stop and buy.

Posted by: didofoot at February 28, 2007 11:02 AM

p.s. That doesn't really address your post, but as far as yaks go that's all I've got today.

Posted by: didofoot at February 28, 2007 11:03 AM

Don't talk back.

Posted by: sean at February 28, 2007 05:17 PM