Because really, the only reason we're here is to add flavor to an unappetising pair of darwinian axioms: We live only to reproduce, and eat so we can fulfil the first axiom. One of the downsides of having such intelligence is that we get bored easily, so we waste the time by living out the dollshouse lifestyle our forefathers have, to support the pie-in-the-sky 'society' we belong to.
I don't ever plan to have kids, so I've not really got a great deal to look forward to, hence why these awful revelations come to me when I see what happens when you eat chopped up San Pedro cacti.
This is why, instead of choosing to walk up the long metaphorical staircase to the morgue, I'm going to do as much crazy stuff as possible. You should probably do the same too.
