Culinary extradinary.~

I'm here, sitting, looking through a magazine ("Food & Drink" Summer 2010 from LCBO), and looking at the picture on pg. 106, I started to feel some strange insight into the Past; the hundreds, and thousands of years of food-culture, cultivation, culinary arts. The creation of recipes; the tried & proven process, and just trying to even Imagine what that process would have been like..~ Yes it was done over an extended time period. Yes, they had years and years of trial & error, but~ Was it really a Time factor, and not a curiosity drive?

I really think what made us Discover the "new world", travel by foot at what would be "extreme distances", learn as much about that world's make up, try the most exotic of creations (both plant & bees), and feel the passions we did was simply because we were Interested in discovering, uncovering, and unveiling (de-robing...) that "Strange & Unseen" entity~

We were baffled by the unknown, and desired to take in more, as some extreme & new drug! It was what we lived for.

As time went on, and we shied away from these things, thinking "there are no more worlds to conquer", or through simplistic LAZINESS, we had to Invent those RUSHES,, those Feelings of staring deep into the Grand Canyon at sunset..~
Those of seeing a land of gold, a secluded oasis or waterfall, and a raging beast of the dark and condensed Forrest.~

We discovered our pleasures, created our palate, and adapted to the new & the intriguing.~ We were not settled in our ways, but anxious to embetter our selves through discovery, through Knowledge, through knowing; the Power.~

The world was our warm bed, our refreshing fountain, our home, our shelter, our violent turmoil, our struggle.~ Our adventure, our discovery.~ Our conquest, our captivator, our feeling-enhancer, Our Dopamine.~
Our life, our survival, our provider, our saviour. We used to have a mutual respect and almost fear between creature & creation;~ Between that which always was, and that which newly Is.~ A hand-me-down of experience, true experience, not the kind you find crafted from black liquid and the body of branches... The hardcore, first hand, first-degree, genuine, real-to-life, Experience of a thousand lifetimes nowadays, was what you experienced, felt, and Lived EVERY SINGLE DAY.~
It was Do or Die; we had no option but to embrace it.~ We would not survive a fortnight without a inevitable adaptation. We were like chameleons; an animal we presently are in awe of, simply because we've lost our own pot of gold.~ We have thrown away our own instincts, our own mentality, and our own inborn nature, for some falsely "better off" comfortable Synthesis, which was given us, not found.~ We've been Given our way of life, it's not truly our own.

I don't know about you, and frankly, I don't really care; I WANT TO TAKE BACK WHATS MINE. The world is ours; the world is mine.~ I wanna feel again; I wanna discover that which has been sorrowfully forgotten. I wanna breath in Air, and remember what it smells like.. I wanna taste water, and wash away my bombarded palate.~ I wanna rediscover Taste, Sight, and Sounds.~ I wanna hear the earth's Heartbeat, and hear her lovely flowing melody; The world around me.~ The song of birds, the growl of lions. The taste of the earth, the sounds upon the air, the dancing hypnotism of fire, and the subtle flavours of Water.~

No wonder these things were known as "the Elements"; forces to be revered & Feared! They are the make up of the world, and without any One of these forces,, we would cease to be the World, but simply another synthetic invention of a motivation-less mind, whose only remaining lot in life is the misery and downfall of his fellow man, as he strives no longer for some impossible happiness, and decides to recreate and distribute his own sorrow, in a final and last-straw stance at attaining some form of Comfort for his inward chaos.~

Nowadays, the only way to find that chemical reaction known as "happiness" is by trying to create it, either chemically or psychologically; to paint some beautiful, or wonderful (and maybe even,, "Other-worldly") scene to run off to. How miserable.. how sad~ How hopeless, and even increasingly Useless we are..~~ We have enabled ourselves, (and it's not even fully our fault) Now, as it's what we have become over time; slowly, but surely biting away at the bullet of our own demise, until one day,,, frightfully closer than we care to comprehend.. we will wake up no more, as we lie in a field of grass, with a stomach-full of Lead.~