I'm eating Chinese food with 2 new friends in Cinci.
One says to me: I hate fortune cookies, they are always right and apply directly to my life.
I laugh and tell him about my blog.
Dinner continues and I suggest an art project for him to work on, a project inspired by the gallery of a cool art musuem around here. We talk about it in length and decided its a great new project.
Then he opens his cookie and it reads:
Rather fantastic, I know.
We laugh. He makes a rude gesture at me to prove that fortune cookies creep him out. I insist that he should be pleased by the way the universe demonstrates itself to him through small pieces of paper.
I am so insistant on this greatness, that I require him to give a high five.
Then my cookie reads:
Oh, its always there if you want it to be.