Food. Digestion. Change. These three things have always fascinated me.

We begin with the preparation of food. Food is an art of blending smells, sights, textures, and tastes, all as nourishment for the soul, mind, and stomach. The digestive system then picks it apart, taking from the dish the literal nutrients... and, perhaps, the soul and mind takes from the meal their own fuel. But the affects of chemical, physical, possibly metaphysical...? agents on the food, the work of art, is it destruction? Or is it just changing?

The imprint the food had still exists, even past the time that it exits and the heartburn has died down. It doesn't look the same, it hopefully doesn't smell the same, but it has left you with something that, when given the chance, can touch you deeply and enable you to recreate the beauty of it... in new, different incarnations. I used to play with my food as a child; the fact that I still play with my food is beside the point. HOWEVER-- some of my fondest, most innocent memories of growing up are of making sculptures in the mashed potatoes, lima beans, mango chunks, okra cross-sections... and then, eating them. But I didn't destroy the work; there was no cycle that I was going through. Nothing is similar enough along the span of time to call it a pattern, because then the subtle differences are disregarded until they're no longer remembered and never appreciated. It feels (now that I look back upon it) more like a change, a new manifestation, if you will, of everything that I was up to that point.

Of course, in second grade I don't think my life amounted up to much... it still hasn't ... And yet, it felt/feels important to me. The change. The subtle shift in the structure of a house of cards, the slow decay of a bouquet of flowers into tough, blackened stalks, the evolution of civilization into an increasingly scary maunster that might eventually have a major brain hemorrhage... Or the severing of major artieries in the throat, a few units of measurement to the left when it comes to programming space-faring robots (and a few billion dollars to boot), or a few hours since the last time a heart beat. You see, the deletion of this site could be a change as horrifically easy as jen-hime reaching her breaking point and throwing the servers into a near-by lake... and yet, a change nonetheless. I would have one less place to go online. The owners of this site would have more money for other things. And in my limited, pitiful world, that would be it.

I wouldn't be reacting or thinking as calmly as I am right now, but that's because I'm prone to tantrums over things that upset me. However, simply because of the fact that it would affect me so deeply is for the reason that, atleast to me, as scot said... it is a work of art. Forgive me for this incomplete incompetence. I find it amusing that I once said that this site was a community center, and now I call it art. I guess I don't even know what it means to me.