Fruit was once rare, seasonal, earned by effort. Now it’s blended, bottled, and branded as “clean energy.” If it comes in a plastic smile, it’s not fruit - it’s dessert in disguise. Nature never grew smoothies.

If humans need sunscreen, how did ancestors survive the sun?

One cleans the skin, the other the conscience.

Egg yolk Liquid gold that built brains. Packed with choline, fat, and real vitamins. Feeds nerves, fuels hormones, sharpens mind. Nature’s multivitamin in a fragile shell. Humans prized it for fertility and strength. The unborn bird was pure nutrition. Sacred food before “cholesterol” propaganda. Now factory birds make pale ghosts of it. Yolks bleached by soy and fear. They call it “free-range” if the cage has Wi-Fi. Fat makes life — not labels.

They call circumcision “clean.” Funny how every mutilation starts with hygiene. The wild body was perfect. Industry just couldn’t invoice it.

Nothing says “civilized” like rubbing industrial alcohol into your skin fifty times a day. The modern priesthood calls it “hygiene.” The body calls it chemical warfare. Your skin isn’t dirty - it’s alive. It hosts a whole army that keeps you safe. You murder it with sanitizer, then wonder why every new germ wins the next round. The funny part? Most of these gels contain fragrance, microplastics, and hormone disruptors - bottled toxins pretending to save you from microbes. The immune system used to train in the mud; now it’s unemployed. Meanwhile, kids grow up scared of dirt, allergic to life, and addicted to “antibacterial” everything. Germ theory became a religion. Clean hands replaced clean living. And every squeeze of sanitizer spreads the real disease - fear of nature itself. If your skin needs sterilizing to feel safe, you’re already sick.

They boiled the life out of milk, then sold it as “safe.” Safety from what - enzymes? The cow gives living food. Industry gives sterile white soup. Dead milk for dead metabolisms.

Why does “trust the science” always end with a checkout page?

Life doesn’t come with a barcode.

Sodium laureth sulfate Foam made from crude oil. Cooked from petroleum or palm waste. Blasted with ethylene oxide and sulfuric acid. Industrial degreaser reborn as “cleanser.” Strips skin barrier, disrupts hormones, inflames scalp. Cells scream, marketing whispers “fresh and soft.” Foam hides the burn. In shampoos, toothpastes, “gentle” baby wash. Labeled “biodegradable” for moral anesthesia. Nature never foamed like this. Clean is not supposed to sting.

The body evolved under sunlight. Now it fears it like radiation. People slather chemicals to block the very force that powers life. The cancer isn’t the sun - it’s the lotion.

Meat grown in a tank isn’t progress - it’s parody. They killed the cow, then tried to resurrect it in stainless steel. That’s not food. That’s edible ideology. 🧪

The industrial world took the worst part of the plant, sprayed it with sugar, and called it breakfast. Then they sold it to parents as “whole grain energy” while their kids’ blood sugar hit rollercoaster speed before school. It’s not food. It’s lab dust shaped into crunch for profit. The funny part is how people defend it. “It’s fortified!” they say - which means they stripped the nutrients, then added synthetic ones back with a marketing smile. You’d get more life from chewing the box. Every “healthy” cereal ad is the same theater: fake milk splash, fake joy, real metabolic damage. Our ancestors didn’t start their mornings with corn syrup and cartoon mascots. They ate fat, organs, broth, eggs - the kind of fuel that builds humans, not attention disorders. Civilization calls it “convenience.” Biology calls it sabotage. If your breakfast needs a mascot, it’s not food.

The earth isn’t a metaphor - it’s a circuit. Bare feet close the loop that shoes broke. Modern man wears rubber and wonders why he’s anxious. The cure is under him, not in him.