Math was secondary. The real lesson: sit down, obey, wait for permission. A farm for humans.

Your great-grandfather carried marrow and sunlight in his blood. You carry seed oils and sleep debt. That’s not evolution. That’s sedation.

The supplement aisle is a comedy show. People with cupboards full of pills, powders, and tinctures are the same people who can’t go a day without seed oil lunch and blue-light insomnia. Industry sells them “vitamin D” in a plastic capsule while blocking the sun with fear campaigns. It sells “magnesium” in chalk form while stripping soil of minerals. That’s not health—it’s a subscription plan. Here’s the joke: every label screams “immune support,” “brain boost,” “energy.” If food still carried life, you wouldn’t need a pharmacy shelf in your kitchen. Supplements don’t fix malnutrition—they are malnutrition wearing a cape. A body built on dead food and daily pills is not nourished, it’s managed like an app update. Real nutrition doesn’t come in capsules. It comes in blood, fat, soil, and sun. A pill is not a steak. A capsule is not a root.

Soy milk isn’t milk. It’s estrogen juice in a box. Drink it daily and watch your jawline retreat.

Why does “detox” now mean buying powders from Instagram instead of sweating, fasting, and shitting?

A pot of bones feeds life. A cube of dust feeds profit.

Spinach Leaves dressed up as iron and virtue. Light vitamins. Some fiber. A little crunch when fresh. Oxalates block minerals. Lectins bite the gut. Boil or ferment and it hurts less, but still fights back. Sold in plastic bags, sprayed, waxed, branded “superfood.” Truth: bitter leaves dressed as health candy. If food needs a PR team, it isn’t food.

You paid for “detox.” They sold you Botox. Health theater with cucumber water on the side.

Your body speaks food, soil, sweat. You feed it plastics, dyes, and perfumes. Then wonder why the immune system stutters like a bad translator.

They call it “drinking water.” Let’s be honest—it’s medicated soup. Chlorine to kill, fluoride to sedate, estrogen residues to warp, heavy metals for garnish. Then they hand you a bill for it. Imagine serving this at dinner: “Here’s a glass of recycled pharma broth, straight from the city pipes.” The absurdity is clear. A kid can’t buy a beer but can drink tap water full of hormone disruptors every day. Pregnant women are warned off sushi, but not the municipal cocktail of chlorine and lead. Politicians toast with bottled spring water while you’re told your tap is “safe and tested.” Your body isn’t thirsty for tap. It’s thirsty for water that remembers rivers and stone, not pipelines and treatment plants. Water is not safe because a lab says so. Water is safe when it carries life.