THE LIFEBOAT RULES
I’m always looking for metaphors and finding them in odd places, often despite myself.
I stumbled over this one while talking with Bowser, my Dharma buddy turned Buddhist monk. The two of us grew up in opposite ends of the San Joaquin Valley and played football against each other in high school. This metaphor arose when we were sharing our childhood memories of backwater black and white television and the cheesy, low budget B movies that stations back then used to fill their air time late at night or on weekend afternoons. There were cowboy movies, road racing movies, war movies of every stripe, truck driving movies, aliens from outer space, pirate movies, former serials—both science fiction and cowboy—horror films, and lots of the Three Stooges and the Little Rascals. And more.