When I close my eyes I dream of being an opposum. Eating dandelions and bones would be a good bread from my usual meals. I thought an opposum's life was simple. I realize it's complex in a good way.
Historians of the palate, if you will, as well as keepers of spongy electrical signals that once held a smile.
My own palate could learn a lot from opposums and their taste. If something doesn't kill, it can be eaten. There's no bad taste, only different worldviews. In a way, opposums are as Human as I am.
Question: What have you birthed this spring? What have you given to the world?
I have opened a little arcade store where all opposums are welcome!
Every piece of food carries memory. It only takes a moment to seep yourself into it, and a background check to confirm what you felt. It is good to be aware of what you take.
There is bad taste, but only bad taste exists in the context of how you can understand it. Your experience makes your opinions. It is good to expand your worldview.
It is good to be different species, we learn more from each other when we do not try to emulate another. It's easier to tell the flavor of a pure spice, as they say. Humans are fascinating, as opossums are, both in their own right.
Thank you for your invitation.