I want to burn through all this thinking, but it won't happen unless I wallow here for a bit. And I am wallowing, snorting, huffing, looking. When I was in advertising, I used to look for meaning in the wrong places. I told myself stories about the client to give them a moral cast. We would feel that we were doing something wise.
Biotechnology helps feed the world.
It prescripts no more than religion. And it's all extra, anyway. Food, shelter, clothing - nah. Food, fucking, and someone to talk to. And a warm place to sleep, without tigers.