Roasted coffee seeds on dried tobacco leaves (yet unrolled cigar)
Just days ago a conversation in the German web caught my attention. A meal consisting of cauliflower, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, basil leaves and hazelnuts, all in their raw state, were displayed on a plate. A reader commented that just some olive oil would be missing. To this the German lady responded, “olive oil is much too unnatural”.
I often wonder about the meaning of *nature* and *natural* for some humans.
What is more natural than the minds of animals and homosapien? What is more natural than these minds being at work? What is more natural than to construct a home with leaves or wood for a family? What is more natural than to compose music? What is more natural than to obtain, not only grains, water and salt, but to prepare these under heat in such a form that we obtain bread? What is more natural than to learn over time how to intercept the growth of orchids, preserve their pollen in them and, still closed, ferment them in order to obtain the incomparable aroma of vanilla?
What is more natural than to be creative enough to use leaves, as we do it with those of tobacco plants, or than to learn through time that the seeds to germinate new coffee bushes could be roasted and turned into one of the finest compositions of mankind?
Yes, there is a process to many of these. But what is the mind here for? And when does a process become an unnatural step?
