No, not Mizmor leDovid.
A wide-eyed, idealistic American (probably Jewish) hippie schlepped all the way to India, to seek the Truth, at the feet of Maharashi Gupta Vida Sanhajipoopoo. (OK,so I made up the name....it's a
story, for crying out loud so shut up and stop interrupting with silly
questions!)
OK. So he gets there and is very tired, sweaty, and hungry. The Guru says hello and asks, "My son, why have you come?"
The hippie has been waiting for this moment all his life. Hungry and thirsty as he was, he blurts out his philosophy of life, the problems he has with it and with his society and G-d, and lists the best ideas he could come up with to work it all out and the reasons that none of them work for him. He then starts to explain exactly what he is hoping Mr. Sanhajipoopoo (his friends call him, just "Poo"...sorry, that was another interruption!) will be able to do for him...when he stops in mid-sentence, mouth agape.
While our little yiddle was busy expressing his deepest hopes, Mr. Poo was pouring his guest some tea. the cup was small, the chainik large, and the table round. About half-way through the hippie's litany, the cup filled up. Poo kept pouring. The hippie went on, a bit distracted...Poo went on pouring.
The table was covered with tea and it began to run over all it's sides onto the floor and finally hippie couldn't take the weirdness any more. He just stopped.
He asked the immediately relevant question: "Why is Your Poo-ness pouring the tea all over the place?!" (Mrs. Poo was used to this and had brought in some towels as soon as she saw "another American dumkopf" coming up the dirt road!....sorry. I did it again! :
)
Poo responded. "If your cup is already full with your own ideas, then whatever I add can only cause it to overflow and make a big mess. Are you ready to empty your head a bit and make some room for new ideas, or not?"
The American said, "No," and he went all the way back to Flatbush where he worked in a dry-cleaning shop until he died. (OK, so I really, really took my liberties with the ending. Sue me! But it was fun, no?)
OK. So, if you are gonna work these things, you need to make some room in the dusty, smelly attic of your head. The same head that produces all these great ideas like: "Hey, I am bored...I know
exactly what I can do! Get another dirty video and watch it till I have to masturbate!", and other genius plans like, "Hashem is nice, powerful, and smart...but he really does not know how to make me happy, so I will have to take care of things by unzipping my pants now." and still greater ways of thinking like, "yeah it's a mitzvah to have a wife and children, but my wife is a pain in the neck and my children are a bigger pain in the neck (and sometimes even worse) and I will only be happy by ignoring their needs. The more I will try to care for them and help them, the worse my life will get!"
These kinds of ways of thinking come from not having a 3rd step.
We'll get there after #2 iy"H.
But do you have #1? Can you answer my PM'd questions, so we know?