Food matters because it’s one of the things that forces us to live in this world — this tactile, physical, messy, and beautiful world — no matter how hard we try to escape into our minds and our ideals. Food is a reminder of our humanity, our fragility, our createdness.
They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter
and the hunted. And it wasn’t especially awkward. They were comfortable together,
despite the fact that she’d hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work.
Now, go, wirte it before them in a table and note it in a book, that it may be fore the time to come for ever and ever. Isiah 30:8
Every great building once begun as a building plan. That means, sitting in that building plan on the table is a mighty structure not yet seen. It is the same with dreams.