People sometimes ask if it's hard having to think so much (as if thinking weren't delightful in and of itself), or if it's difficult to live or get anything to eat this way. Nope. Life is much easier and freer ignoring crap and eating real food (whether for body or soul). Peaches from the farmers market are picked just before ripe, not green and then artificially chilled into eternal sawdust-flavored, non-ripeness. Whose doing it simpler, the guy that buys stuff the farmer picked, or the person that buys it at the supermarket, when it's changed hands 20-times, got sticky pesticide embedded in it, and been shipped across the continent? Hard is choking down a bad piece of supermarket fruit, or watching your veggies rot prematurely in the crisper.




