A passing thought.
Do I pluck it from the flow,
Or let it continue downstream,
Until it slips quietly past the delta,
Meets the sea of forgotten ephemera?
Not everything deserves salvation.
Not everything merits letting go.
Who am I to sway the tide?
Anyway – the thought:
Strikes me that we don’t need to use the tongue and its attendant taste buds to enjoy our food. It’s enough to use this organ to determine whether something fits into one of two categories: edible or inedible. All else is a profligate waste of brain space.
There – that was the thought. Save or raze?