I owe a lot of my personal growth to this book. I received my copy from my friend, complete with sentences highlighted and notes in the margins. I then gave it to my other friend, and since then, this book has continued to function as a community text for spiritual growth.
The eight-point program applies to every single aspect of life.
The cashew story specifically, I think about often:
"Then, when I came to America, someone gave me a big can of cashews as a present. I opened it and was amazed at the response of my mind. All the old attraction came pouring in and I could hear my mind say "oh at last.... cashews" but by this time I understood the ways of the mind and I was training my senses, so I said "oh you remember how good cashews taste, do you?" the Mind said "don't waste time talking, let's get to them!" I replied, "I think you forgot again, who's the boss around here. But I know you have a great fondness for these little nuts, and I'm a fair man, so I'll make a bargain with you. As soon as you stop clamoring for cashews in that insistent way of yours, I'll give you some."
Then I placed the open can of cashews on the table beside me and turned to my academic work. For some time, the battle went on. I would be reading an incisive passage from Ralph Waldo Emerson, and suddenly I would feel something small and smooth touching my fingertips. Part of my mind, utterly unbeknownst to me, had sent my hand over to the cashew can. "What's going on?" I asked Gravely. "Oh nothing, nothing" the Mind said, "we weren't going to EAT any of them we just wanted to see how they felt" I didn't have to say anything more, my hands came back in my mind scurried back to The American Scholar, where it belonged. At last, the Mind gave up its tricks and subsided I looked at the can of cashews and saw them for what they were: nuts grown on in trees in India where I used to live, and my mind did not move. "Good show!" I said. "Now you may enjoy some." Those were the best cashews I've eaten in my life, because I ate them in Freedom.