Real Synthetic Sugar

2024.09.26

Good morning that wonderful way.

Haven't had my fun self show up in a long time. Been a little busy with unspeakable dreams.

Blah, blah, blah magic, blah blah getting the words right.

Perhaps I'll have some cereal with cartoon characters on the box.

What's for dinner today, Wynn?

Same thing I had for lunch and breakfast: Sugar.
Desert.
All.
Day.
Long.

Real sugar, as opposed to fake sugar. Whatever that means.

We call something organic like the materials we use to make a thing make it not real, not from the Earth.

Organic means our labs haven't had their synthetic hands on it, too much.

Everything is organic. Everything comes from the Earth, therefore everything is organic.

Now, if we ever start making our own matter out of thin-space, then and only then, can we call a thing organic and make a delineation.

An honest one.

And our food ought to always be sincere.

So, if you don't want to feast on a scientific lab, eat organic. Just know it doesn't mean what it's trying to mean.

But it does mean trust, that we believe in the power of Nature over ourselves to know what's best for us.

See, that warrants a discussion.

Eating only organic means you don't trust science with your body.

Which, should we find you in a hospital fighting any ailment at all would make you a hypocrite. A soon to be healthier one in most cases.

On to the next.

She feeds creatures three times a day. My neighbor is out there with birdseed and what she doesn't finish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

The expected squirrels and birds come to forage.

Wonder if she knows about the moose that showed a couple months ago just before dawn.
Wonder if she knows bears are at times in the neighborhood.

Her cat walks out with her for the feeding and follows her back in.

If she would take a moment to listen to the cat she'd hear it say to her: "Have you lost your mind? There's plenty of food in the trees. All organic, too. Why poke and provoke the bears?"

The cat's just looking out for her best interest.

Bring the birdseed to a park. Sit on a bench. Let Public Works deal with the bear. It's a good time for them. Tranquilizer darts and a crane. The City has a few of those.

A good thing the moose galloped away. Don't know if our tax dollars could afford that many tranquilizers, let alone cranes.