The inhabitants of this nation (which is the world) have two governing metaphors. The first is a burger. The second is a highway. We speak of disappointment as a “nothing burger”. We speak of the journey of our life as a “highway”. Any other food, any other conveyance, marks a failure of language to describe experience, since burger and highway are the two modalities of that experience. We are either eating the burger (what else is there to eat?) or we are driving down the highway (how will we get between here and there?).
Variation exists. There are diners and there are fine bistros. There are interstates and there are turnpikes. Dietary restrictions might eliminate beef or cheese, but the form of the burger remains. A car might be powered with diesel or gasoline or electricity, but the open road still calls. Seasonality exists, special occasions to enjoy our burgers. We wish a loved one a happy christening or a happy anniversary with a burger; we wish them a happy birthday. A birthday is a very special occasion. So is New Year’s Eve; so is New Year’s Day. And the burger is there at the birthday, there at the wedding, there at the christening, there at the anniversary, there at any other event.
So in this new year, on the eve and on the day and on the other days afterward, I wish you the best of all possible burgers, the best of all possible highways, for your nutrition and for your safe conveyance. Take care.