I stop caring about Knowledge and the internet for one second and all of a sudden I make a perfect dinner for myself that is the best I’ve had in a year. “What is the recipe?” You don’t deserve it. Finally, something divine for my “taste” in this dimension of reality. Philosophy is sacrificed, then I enjoy myself this way. I can see why people never leave this realm. Then one wonders who it is that enjoys the meal. Only wise philosophers deserve to eat. The standard now is rabble and more rabble need to exist. Yeah, you’re a coper, just wanted to remark upon my aesthetic experience here, which I will not tell you the recipe of, simply to mess with you.