I've been harping on the idea of success and what makes a successful person… I think it stemmed from when I got sick this last month, because I was burning the candle at both ends - as they say - and then took a dive. I started looking into the difference between being active and being productive. If you go to Tijuana and get pain pills that make you hallucinate, you'll find that there is no difference. You'll also find God in a grain of rice… at the end of your coffee table.
If nothing else, the moral of this story is don't clean. Especially if you're gonna get sick.
This is where the Tijuana specials kick in, but our Fu has the "rice pattern" drill. Coincidence? And if you think of the forward movement as you, the other directions equal seven. The seventh letter is G, for God. God is all around you... moving forward. God... in rice. As long as you move forward... And take pain killers from Tijuana.
Think about it.
