I often think about those ready-to-bake crescent rolls and dinner biscuits sold in your grocer’s refrigerated section. They come in paper tubes. Little strips and wads of raw dough are tightly packed into these tubes. A simple twist and POP! the tube splits open, dough erupts in all directions.
I think about this mechanism, the concept behind it, the sense of power it gives you.
And then I think about all the evolutionary twists and turns, blind alleys, reversals, loops and circles that humans, and life itself, really, had to make for a need for such food tools to arise. Kings deciding who lives and who dies. Oceans roiling and splitting. Mass extinctions, amassing.
And I think: all of it – all of it – lead us up to this point.
And I shudder.