One day a woman who was traveling through Texas happened to meet Billy-Bob Gautama. They spoke of the many splendors of Texas and the Manifold Path. Then the woman said, “There is one thing I do not understand. There are cowboys here. Real cowboys, who work with cows. Why do they dress so funny?”
“Because,” said Billy-Bob, “everything one does, says, or even wears is an expression of self, of the eternal within one. With cowboys, their dress is practical. Do you see Fiddler Jim over there? He is a cowboy. Regard his clothing. The hat is to keep the sun from his eyes. The kerchief is to keep the dust from his nose. The chaps permit him to ride a horse without chafing his legs . And the sneakers are so he don’t look like a god damn truck driver.”
Thus the woman was enlightened.