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A buddhist monk walks up to a hotdog vendor and asks: "Can you make me one with everything?" Well that's easy for him to say. Those of us farther from Nirvana aren't so easily annihilated by ketchup and a phallic symbol of the American Dream. Keep it in your pants, that's what I say, when they offer me their honey-sweet panaceas of idealized prophecy. Only the stones remain.