Oh Food

All my passions, enervated, extirpated, revolve solely now around food. In my old age, I try to remember what it was that energized me in my impoverished youth: a zeal for social justice and the righting of all wrongs, a restoration of some cosmic balance out of whack, a burning patience that my life will be consumed in an endeavor of some meaning and profundity. Now I look forward to my nightly bowl of pottage and consider myself content. I wonder if it's the way for all humankind, or if it's just the way for fat sexless eunuchs like me.