Potatoes.  You peel them, slice and dice them, and yet they are still potatoes.  So many things you can do with a potato:  smash it, mash it, roast it, fry it, and in the end, you simply eat it.  Where are we going with this, you ask?  Life is like a potato.  You start with something simple and basic … pure be-ing … and then you do with it what you wish.  Some like it plain, some like it scattered and, alas, smothered.  What difference does it make?  It is here for the taking—life—for the enjoyment, for the variety, for the experience.

Why are you taking it so seriously?  It is life being dished up for you.  Eat it any way you wish:  skin on or skin off.  It is still life.  Relax, please.  It will all turn out all right in the end.