In Solomon's time, the "Holy of Holies" was quite literally just around the corner. It was right there--in the Temple. Now, as Kafka points out in his story "The New Advocate," the proverbial gates to India have "have receded to remoter and higher places." We can't get *there* any longer, so why not turn our attention to mastering what is in our control: namely, a routine morning meditation and the cooking of a gourmet dish.