There's this intense warm feeling generated in my stomach after enjoying my daily glass of red wine, as if the millions of microbes that reside there are harmoniously rejoicing in regards to our symbiotic good fortune.

That thought might not be scientifically accurate.

Gut Instinct

I like the idea that my gut is full of different microbial communities who flourish and decline depending upon what I eat and drink.

It makes me want to minimize the decline of any form of healthy bacteria currently residing in my stomach by maximizing the number of soulful foods I digest.

Through eating a diverse variety of foods rich in nutrients, perhaps I will be able to nurture the communal development of a multicultural bacterial resonance deep within, whose corresponding tastes will be as effervescent as they are augustly tribal.

Apparently they may even affect my mood and control my weight.

I wish I could keep track of their organizational movements.

Thinking it's time for a greek salad.

Jealous of the Hazda.