the ensaymada analogy

imagine this: a yummy ensaymada on a table in front of you. covered with butter and melted cheese on top. mmm. still hot and fresh from the oven. or so you thought. you start to reach for it. inch by inch your hand gets nearer. but by the time you touch the ensaymada, you realize its not hot. you thought it was hot, because of the way it looked. then you start to think: is this ensaymada really delicious? is the ensaymada showing itslef as something delicious and hot, or is it just me who thinks it's delicious or hot? after a few seconds, you conclude that there's no other way to know than to actually take a bite. so you pick the ensaymada up, bringing it closer to your face. you take a last look, and check if it really is worth tasting. again you see the melted cheese waiting for you, and you think to yourself that its been awhile since you've eaten an ensaymada. so you decide to open your mouth and take a bite. but as you were about to take that bite, a friend interrupts and started telling a story about the ensaymada on your hand. someone else already held that ensaymada, took a bite, and left it at the table. so you turn the ensaymada around, and you see a little mark of a bite on the other side. you put the ensaymada down immediately. feeling weird. feeling eeky. feeling thankful for the friend who told you what the ensaymada really is. or rather, what the ensaymade really isn't. the ensaymada isn't fresh. the ensaymada isn't hot. the ensaymada isn't delicious. because if it had been, then why didn't the first person finish it? you leave the ensaymada on the table. and now your mind is able to go past the ensaymada. you can now move on to bigger, more serious things in life.