This tends to the fantastical, which I don’t generally endorse, but I had an idea, today, that struck my fancy as novel. What if, when we are swallowing our food, since it is literally the promise of more, further, future, life, and opposites tend to support each other (black depends for its very existence on white/low depends for its very existence on high), we are literally contacting the souls of the dead?
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