My friend, the poet Ken Weisner occasionally visits the New Camaldoli Hermitage at Big Sur because he can meditate there in complete silence. Yesterday, as his residency came to an end and he was headed back to civilization he found he was following a FedEx truck down the winding mountainside road. "What" he wondered, "had the FedEx truck delivered to the monks?"
Ken left me a lovely phone message wherein he offered the view that I might know.
Here are some speculations:
5,000 egg salad sandwiches mitt der dill pickles.
A truck's worth of remembered sorrows.
Fruit cake ingredients.
Imported tree frogs.
"The Miracle Hair Remover" from Ronco (500).
The rare cloth of Ch'i, white silk glowing and pure as frost on snow.
Chattering teeth, 500.
Big Foot imprint making devices.