Thoughts on hunger... (Musings) [//Ash\\]
We're always hungry, it seems, nowadays; so much so that we might as well live in grocery stores. No shopping trollies necessary. But even then, I fear such accompanying displacement would be more perturbing and distressing to us than any disappointment incurred by failure to manifest such visions made in gluttonous lust; dreamed up bounties of exquisite opulence and decadent voracity. But hunger is never resolved this way - moreover, there - but instead at the sanctuary of the Home, served on a plate that graces your soul with warmth, induced by this simple ritual of consumption...
But even then, food, in and of itself, instills nothing self-evidently great by simple partaking; no, no - instead, the food is a machination of preception. A fulfillment of a concept. Food is our most basic precept, instilled as one of our most primal anachronisms (primal instincts, the beastly core), huddled right alongside the one we all know so well for nourishing sustenance, there is The True Other: the need for stability. Continuity. Consistency in the inconsistency, the harshness of Greater Reality. Order in Chaos - Order out of Chaos. Chaos consumes Order, and in doing so limits itself to Order's adherence; for to consume is to know, and without knowing how to un-know evermore, and nevermore thereafter.
In ultimacy of itself, Chaos beckons Order into Being of its own accord yet not of its own Will. En Perpetua. Order in Actuation becomes Order's Master, and thus is Chaos - Entropy itself - forced to kneel. To feed is to feel. To feel is To Be, and To Truly Be is to Truly Love. Truest Love unto Well-Being. Be Well and Be thine Well onto another; and then observe in bemusement, as that one-eyed, vile Creature of a Thing struggles in vain to climb out of its own pitfall. The Thing knows no better, for It knows naught of "better", nor of wellness. As such, most serendipitous is this an allegory of its own self-instrumented demise. Be Well, Dear Daughter, fo'lest you find yourself inside that same, sanken Well.

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