On The Immorality of Cannibalism

The intervention by chance is a random distribution so respects no hierarchic arrangement; nor does it obey laws, being itself the motivator (or kindred to a mother) of probability. It is called forth or cast out with uncertainty, and navigated with aesthhetic rudders, which is to say, taste.

Coined by the dysphasic serial killer, Columbus, confusing local Indians with the descendants of those under the "subjugation" of Ghengis Kahn (thinking Columbus' own floating caravan had docked in Asia), and calling forth supporting evidence that their own term for "human", which is to say "themselves" sounded like "Karenina" (– > "Caribban"), not to mention a rhyme with Hannibal, "Cannibal" has stuck as the common word for man-eaters, joining up with tigers and women in the imperial British, patriarchal jargon by the 19th and early 20th centuries, always on analogy with Caliban and Prospero in proper Hegellian Shakespeares. Interesting that once he had found his bearings, and on further discovery that the natives weren't even human, he invited them to a barbeque to feed his hungry troops (some of whom may well have been Hungarian Huns or their descendants).

There is still some confusion whether -bal refers to the distribution or consumption of food, raw or cooked and in or out of a bowl or cauldron, so is a suitable synonym for phagous which also describes eating or sharing with gusto – even haggis. The ban is antimetabole, against turning abouts, carnivals, change-overs or merely loose change applied to meals, generalised dysphagia being fundamental to the growth of modern economies.

Less confusion is encountered on entering the kingdoms of plants, where both wild and domestic inhabitants are both anthropophagic (hence the abundance of lilies in cemeteries) and homophagic, consuming their own withered body parts, particularly their hand-like leaves quickly cooked in acidic soils, direct from the dirty floor beneath them. Were it not for the nurturing taste experienced by one and all, we might be tempted, getting at the root of things, to suggest auto-exploitation of the top by the bottom (or head by stern) and cry out "Cut out their hearts and eat them alive!", but we now know that they have none ... just over-rigid rudders & tight-assed tiller-men, inviting nothing, except perhaps tempestuous seas.

IMAGE OF A SNEEZE
boogers, scabs, toe-nails and budless neoplastic duds
are best excised with blunt blades or promontory thuds.
'f not swallowed outright,
the maximal obtuse angle's a flat-line
(like a squished nasal polyp billowing dandelion)
seeds everywhere clear, and clean out of sight:

“Sanity is the lot of those who are most obtuse [blunt, or with one internal angle greater than 90º or 75-99%], for lucidity destroys one's equilibrium: it is unhealthy to honestly endure the labors of the mind which incessantly contradict what they have just established.”

– Georges Bataille