Mmmm

Waves of mind settle back into particles of the body. Particles of the body settle back into waves of mind. Subject and object collapse into the heart.

The world as perceived is a mirage in the still desert air of the perceiver. When this becomes transparent, which it always already is, both mind and body relax, and there is no seeking.

Then we can be sure there is no possible hope in religion, politics, astrology, metaphysics, or any system of belief, because all knowledge entraps us in the cage of subject and object, and every thought about the world "out there," no matter how brilliant, sustains our separation from it.

Trying to realize the truth through a system of thought is like trying to catch the sea in a net. 

Now we are going to eat coffee ice cream with crushed walnuts and melted chocolate and a dash of Kalua.

Yes, and our feast will be precisely the bliss of Pythagoras when he heard the music of the spheres,  the ecstasy of Theresa when an angel pierced her heart with love's burning ray, and the self-effulgent jewel of Brahman at the culmination of Indian philosophy in the Shankara's advaita.

All one needs is to "taste and see that the Lord is good" (Psalm 34:8).

That is why both the saint and ice cream connoisseurs say, "Mmmmmm."