We Are What We Eat (i) So much of our food is seedless; maybe that explains our impotence. (ii) Living is to choose life; the art of flowing with the winds of change, not against or through, but one with them. Our inner light shining with the world's light, not making a mark in time, but being a presence in eternity. Reproduction, ultimate creation, babies, ideas, love and beauty the pregnant fruits of our existence. But our energies, the inner light too often are denied the frequencies of life given only the outer fruits to live on, seedless grapes, bananas bred sterile, the bread of life devoid of the wheat germ. Empty essences, barren hybrids fuel for nothing but aberrant growth body, mind, and spirit bearing the castrated forms of death. Life is abandoned through the rejection of the seed; cut off from the depths of existence, we swim in the shallows, lost among pieces and parts, confined by externalities. Creative potential foundering in the darkness of division, trapped behind the many dams we build, all our disconnected doings destined for eventual death. (iii) A crystal must dissolve for any changes to occur, the latticework lines of stagnant selfhood be released and left to blur.