There is a great article about Ricky by Chris Jones/Esquire magazine. He traveled to Australia and found Ricky living in a tent by the sea. Down the sandy path was his mentor friend Steven. An excerpt:
Ricky takes a seat and a hit from the bong, the smoke coming thick out of his mouth, and he and Steven--mostly Steven--talk the mornings into afternoons, building together an all-encompassing theory of the universe that Steven calls the Corn State. Its principal tenet is that the closer food is to its original form and source, the more true its essence and the better it is for us to eat.
"You're about to watch me do the holiest thing I've ever done," Steven says, lighting the fire.
He finishes grinding the barley seeds into a fine powder. He pours it, the yogurt, some seaweed, coriander, and a drizzle of apple-cider vinegar into a small metal bowl. He's either grown the ingredients in his swamp garden or he's picked them up from one of the dozen organic food stores in town; his delicate mixing is as close as any of the ingredients have come to being processed. "If you can get it straight from nature, then it's bound to be better, eh?" he says, dropping the mash into a blackened frying pan that he puts over the fire. It begins to brown with the heat.
Steven tells Ricky that it's a good thing he quit football, because sports are evil, killing time that the players should spend gardening. Ricky disagrees. "Professional sports, yes," he says, "because people play them for money. But when people play sports for love, when people seek to compete against only themselves, to make themselves better, that brings glory to God." This seems to satisfy Steven. They can chalk up one more Truth, and the conversation is free to steam on.
Entire article is here:
http://www.esquire.com/features/the-game/ricky-williams-australia-1204-2