Is food not simply a means to an end? A delicious one at that, but also mostly most damaging when delicious. The hypothetical pills I’m proposing would be exactly what your body needs in terms of nutrition, and I don’t see why it couldn’t be flavored so as to also be delicious. So, Kriswest, the pills would most likely fix your ulcers, well maybe if not yours then most other’s ulcers, better than the food they pick to eat based on their taste buds would, which as I said are deceptive. Your taste buds will not tell you to go lick a stone, as a dog’s I think do, when you’re in need of some mineral. In fact, they will most likely point you in the same direction that caused that deficiency in you in the first place exacerbating it until it kills you.
Think about it. Pop the morning pill, and go about your day with exactly as much energy as you’ll need. Not more than you need, so it turns into fat, or less so it wears you out. For the record, this is not some advertisement for this new and improved pill…only 19.99…just kidding. I am actually curious as to what everyone’s kneejerk reaction would be. The hypothetically pill’s I’ve introduced are clearly better at doing what food is intended to do, but I think eating in itself has become ritualized…no longer just a means to keep the body going, but an end in of itself…and in so doing, the former means, i,e. food, is no longer thought of off in ways of being improved so to yield a better end, as we do with all means. Maybe that’s the cause of the fatass epidemic in America. They no longer eat so to sustain themselves through the day; they eat so to eat. Their identities are derived , in part, from eating. “You are what you eat” apparently means more than I thought it did.
I think, almost instinctively, you all tried to defend food. In my vision of a super man, man would not have his time preoccupied with finding food, or in finding an environment to suit his fragile body. I envision a time in the future where a man will strap on a couple cinder blocks to his sides, grab a flashlight and jump off in the middle of the pacific ocean to do some exploring at the bottom…assuming, off course, he took the pill that protects against that sort of thing. What use is science if not for this purpose? Doctor Moreau had the right idea.
The highest form of freedom we as a species can achieve is in guiding our own evolution to our own desires…sad thing is we can, but don’t want to ( I think we’re afraid we’ll fuck things up, so we toss the dice and leave it to nature to change us, thereby it’ll be no one’s fault if/(probably)when we as a species take a turn for the worse in our inevitable evolution).
I see science years from now trying desperately to keep man as he is now; fighting against nature’s attempt to change us …possibly attempting to change everything around us so it’s habitable to our bodies. Just you see…in a couple billion years when the earth will have been destroyed, we will be living in some giant dome, still as humans, struggling to keep ourselves alive and human, instead of floating around space, with cockroach skin, unrecognizable as humans, at light speed checkin’ out that supernova way the hell over there in the distance.
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