I've evolved into a seemingly reputable person and lost my ruthless street-edge.
Rice is almost a way of life in many countries.
In many languages the words for food and rice are the same. We look at the moon and see a man in it. In vietnam they look at the same moon and in its shadows see the rice goddess, stacking her freshly harvested rive in the shade of a Bo tree. In chinese tradition, five grains are considered precious jewels and the first of these is rice. We measure time in seconds and minutes but in Madagasacar they measure time by how long it takes to cook a pot of rice.