Eating together is just a wonderful way to be together.
But, weird thought. If I were an alien or a robot that didn't eat or excrete anything, which activity would I find more disgusting? Because eating to an outsider would seem pretty darn disgusting. Remember in the Bicentennial Man (the book by Isaac Asimov, not the movie) when Andrew Martin gets surgery just so he can eat? It seems totally pointless, because he doesn't need the nutrients. Yet, that act of partaking of the same food made him feel like he was apart of society. In that pivotal moment when he takes a bite from an apple (I might be mixing up Asimov stories), everyone seems to believe that he is human. Maybe it's the act of taking something in common into your body. It's unifying. We put the same things in our mouths, therefore, we are becoming more the same. Not in a sexual way. Just in a nutritious way. And when our bellies are full, there seems to be nothing of want in the world, or at least in our tiny microcosm. We can just discuss whatever without ever having to move. Now that we've taken some of the same things into our body, our common tie lets us move on to other topics of great or little importance.
Which reminds me, I need to study for musicianship. Have a lovely day, interblag!
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