Earthlings
have strange customs.
In the
animal kingdom, as well as certain parts of the world where famine and food
shortages are common, food is a matter of life and death - life if you have
enough of it and death if you don't. It's a matter of survival.
In other
parts of the world, however, food is a celebration of life. People wax lyrical
about it, eulogize it, write books about it,
film travelogues and documentaries about it, organize grand functions and lavish ceremonies revolving around it,
glamorize it in advertisements, idolize it in televised food programs, make
love to it in chef-hosted cookery shows , go out of their way to experience it
in all its variously cooked or prepared forms, that which not only turns rotten
and breeds maggots after a few days without refrigeration or other means of
preservation but also turns to shit after being consumed, or at least half of
it, and occasionally, all of it together with half your intestines, a small
price to pay perhaps for the privilege of being able to indulge in the
pleasures of the flesh, stomach-related, as once the storm has passed, the
feasting resumes unabated as generally is the practice.
Mighty
strange customs indeed hath earthlings.
