The discussion of culture is unavoidable, whatever the topic. Words doom us by suggesting divisibility, by suggesting that there exists a number higher than 1. I'm ashamed to say I once had a conversation with a sleeping man. He made odd, lazy gestures with his hands, and his replies were sometimes garbled. However, he said things of import, without ego.
Words are a hedonism, the eighth deadly sin.
A thing need not be mesmerizing to be hypnotizing. The simplest things are even too full of grotesque detail on close inspection. Food and death, the deadly food, the nutritious omega. Consumption of the placenta, vagina dentata, the glitter of errata. A diagram divulging passionate neutrality.