It's All Relative

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I think Einstein had it right-- It's all relative.


"And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her." (Gen. 29:20)

You said, Bible!

There is an old quotation that I will now butcher:
When there is love between two people, they can sleep on a bed the width of a blade.
When there is hatred between two people, not even the entire world is big enough.

Amen.
When two people are getting along, they can drive cross-country in a VW bug.
If they're fighting, they can't drive to the drugstore three blocks away in the Partridge Family bus.

It's all relative.
The best bagel I've ever had was a plain, half-frozen Lender's bagel that I ate right after I finished the Yom Kippur fast one year.

My dad once went on a complete liquid diet, he didn't eat solid food for a week.
He thought he would completely lose his mind.
Then, one day, he was feeding his dog, and as he was scooping out the dog food from the can, he felt himself start to salivate.
"Y'know" he thought, "it doesn't look half bad."
That's when he decided to put down the can, go into the fridge and eat an apple.
He said it was the best damn apple he's ever had in his life.

It's all relative
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