Food.

Food is so much, to so many people. It is sustenance, feeding the masses. It is art, inspiring the world, and for others, its a coping mechanism. Something to help them through the tough times. It is a strange thing, food. It is inanimate, but comes from animate things. It has emotion, structure, a sense of being. For those of you that don't believe me, taste a fresh peach, and then a frozen one, you'll see what I mean. Food is very human. In all the good ways. You can mold it. Shaping it into something you're proud of, like a small child. It can surprise you. The sharpness of a cheese, the smell of a strawberry, the crisp skin on a pig. All these things are shocking the first time you try them. Food can comfort you, like an old friend. Not eating it, but the calmness of preparation. The quiet time it takes to create a dish. Then, finally, a taste of home, or a taste of a far off place. It can bring you where you've been, or as far away as you want to go. Food can not leave you, it can not break your heart. If it burns, you clean the pan out and start again. If it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, you do it differently the next time. You can fall in love with a dish, and that dish can be the same for the rest of your life, it will not change. Humans should take some pointers from food.