I don't cook - I can cook - but I'm not very good. I like being asked over for dinner because she can't cook either. We would starve if it weren't for modern technology. I know how to work a microwave but love home cooked meals.
The road to the future leads us smack into the wall. We simply ricochet off the alternatives that destiny offers. Our survival is no more than a question of 25 50 or perhaps 100 years.
