A Sandwich

I was eating my sandwich during our lunch break at work the other night, and I was suddenly overcome with the urge to compare the world to my sandwich. So I said to my coworker, who was standing there,

"Life is like a sandwich. See, you have the slices of bread, which represent time and space. Then, on the inside, we have the meat, the cheese and the lettuce. That's the metaphysical stuff. You know, like faith, love, and reason; because, that's really what makes up life. You know? (he nodded) And then you have your mustard and mayo, which I suppose we could call our senses. Because, you know, our senses are really just a garnish to the world. We can't trust our senses, and you can't even use your senses in a logical debate. They just add that sweet and bitter to the experience. And then you put it all together in this beautiful creation and what do you get man? Delicious! (he laughed) That's what you get! Delicious, nutritious, and dang good. Anyhow, that's my reality. Delicious. And that's not even mentioning the carrots after the sandwich!"