The hardboiled egg just sits there, waiting to be cracked open, to be eaten.

The egg has a very limited consciousness but maybe it can teach me more than someone with a PhD can.

The question I’ve wrestled with for fifty years is “How can I remove the shell more quickly?”

Hardly ever have I addressed the question “Is it better to do it faster?”  Perhaps the answer is “No”.

A knife works well to crack the shell.  So how many hits is optimum for swift removal?  My latest thinking is “not very many”.  And this theory seems to hold water.  Today I revealed the naked egg in a matter of seconds, not minutes.

But so what?  Who cares if the task is full of time and tiny bits of shell?  Who cares if I have to wipe the shards off my fingers with a napkin?

Whether the process is fast or slow, can I stay present in the removal?  To feel the curves of hardness and the wet flesh within.

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Skill and speed fall away

The egg and I are all there is in the moment

Delicious