Where Did It All Come From? Why Is It Here?

            Sometimes I go to the supermarket down the street and wander the aisles without a cart. Soon, even the plasticky hues of packaging look savory. Food is heaped in plethoras everywhere I find myself, from the stacks of fresh baked bread in a back corner to food from every continent frozen into position in cardboard boxes. All around me people walk down the aisles chatting through their cell phones, never seeming to see any of the delicious treats that their hands automatically feel out. I could spend fifteen lonely minutes looking through little plastic windows at peanut butter-filled pretzel pillows.