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Brewing: At this point we have only to wait while the yeast ferments our beer. Much idle discussion is wasted upon the meaning of the whole endeavor. Here we have created a small world filled with the perfect resources for a population of yeast to devour. We are the gods of this world. We purposely introduced a species of creature to this Eden to achieve an end. Our purpose was for the yeast to reproduce, prosper, and consume the resources, in the process producing the byproducts of alcohol and carbon dioxide. The yeast did as the creators intended: prospered, reproduce, consumed, and died. Do you think the yeast pray to us?
"Our heavenly fathers, why have you forsaken us? Is there no more sugar to be had? Please hear our prayers, fathers."
Did not our god(s) intend for us to reproduce and consume, with the intent of producing a byproduct for the god(s)? Would it not then be against our god(s)'s wishes to conserve? How can we know the will of the god(s)?
All this contemplation, and we have yet to partake of the beer. What will we discuss when we're three-sheets-to-the-wind (or four-parts-pissed)?
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