My Sandwich (standard:Creative non-fiction, 410 words)
Author: freerangemike	Added: Mar 20 2005	Views/Reads: 3932/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes a sandwich is more than just a sandwich. Sometimes, it is a really good sandwich.

I just had one of the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the
history of mankind.It was epiphanal. It was orgasmic. It was 
Shakespearean. Wow. 

There are a few watershed moments in the history of America. The
Declaration of Independence. The Civil War. Pearl Harbor. The death of 
John Denver. And now, my sandwich. The only question that remains is 
whether we move forward or backward now. Can America build on the 
legacy of my sandwich, or will we use it for evil? Sure, we could rest 
on our laurels, and turn inward, to protect the secrets of my sandwich, 
preventing the proliferation of sandwich materials and capabilities to 
the axis of evil, and those who would do us harm. Maybe we will isolate 
ourselves from the rest of the lesser-sandwich eating population. Or, 
maybe we use this opportunity to spread the message of the sandwich to 
the world. We could open our arms, and show the world the way. With the 
rapid expanse of technology and synthetic peanut butters and genetic 
engineering, we may even be able to improve upon that sandwich. For 
that is the hope of democracy. And after we get done exporting 
democracy, hopefully there will still be someone spared from the bombs 
to enjoy it. I can hear Neil signing: "Far. They're traveling far. 
Without a home. Not without a star. Free.  They want to be free.  
Huddled close, hold on to a dream.  On the boats, and on the planes, 
they're eating their sandwiches. Got a dream, to take em there. They're 
eating their sandwiches. Today." 

Perhaps the sandwich epitomizes the height of our species, and marks the
start of the Apocalypse, as we will never again attain such glory. 
Perhaps God himself was born incarnate in my sandwich, and the sandwich 
represented the anticipated rapture the world has awaited for two 
millennia. At the last supper, Christ shared his body in the breaking 
of bread. Peanut butter is just the substance to stick the bread back 
together. And jelly is just the substance to make it tasty. As we move 
forward this day, I challenge each of you to live a life worthy of my 
peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When laziness tugs at your legs, when 
pain surges through your back, when doubt enters your conscience, when 
cynicism darkens your soul, think of the sandwich. Think of the glories 
that we can achieve. Together. You. Me. And my now eaten sandwich.


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