When your living conditions are such that you can’t just eat whatever you want whenever you want because bills are forthcoming, money isn’t sky high, and no one is around to feed you, you become very creative. So creative that you invent a hundred different dishes out of peanut butter, jelly, and bread. I always heard jokes about it but now I see firsthand for myself. If necessity is the mother of invention, starvation must be the father.
Word On The Street
"Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation... tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation."



