human endeavor
assume for a moment that all human endeavor is a pile of shit. and because you’re alive, and human, you have to eat from this pile of shit more or less all the time. it’s pretty easy to pick out bits of corn and carrots, and pretty easy to avoid, at a minimum, eating exclusively shit. now what most people don’t realize is that mixed in with the shit and undigested pinto beans are teeny tiny nuggets of the world’s finest chocolate, packed with enough nutrients for weeks at a time and laced with the finest of aghanistan’s exports. but if you want to find them you’ll spend hours and hours and hours picking through the giant shitpile, and more often than not what you thought was chocolate was really just chicken dropping. meanwhile, people are staring at you, confused, wondering why you spend all your time at the shit trough just to eat chicken shit instead of regular shit like everyone else.
