the pit on which we crack our teeth

 "Then it is also true that a story is a stone fruit—a peach or plum—and its beginning is the pit on which we crack our teeth."

Everyone tells stories. I don't mean lies, not at first. 

The chemical reaction of your perspective reacting to my story creates a gel of truth, responsibility and action. 

The pit on which we crack our teeth is the beginning of the end. It is the missing link that sets off the paradigm shift.

The realization that the heart of our issues is connected. A larger rippling constantly caressing our subconscious, that there is a greater purpose.

Then there's politics, and the race to undo  racing.

Life is full of possibilities but all have perquisites. The spoken or unseen, the flexible and removable ones, there are are boundaries all around us.

Equity must be inclusive yet the surest way to reach the roots is to water is from the bottom up.

 Knowing what is at the center is to know what will be the end.

The purest myth is isolation.

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 I am apart of an Urban Design fellowship, where they want to invent an equitable, top-down approach to food security. The question I am wondering. is: How can folks become self-sufficient while maintaining the status quo? If the end goal is to make a profit off what is a human right, then how can the marginalize be sovereign over their food choices? Planning an equitable  food system must involve asking and incorporating the public.

To engage the public in solution and vision building, there must be a paradigm shift. Has the pain of COVID really shifted the hearts of agribusiness or only exposed greater opportunities for mega bussiness?Are we willing to really shift or do we just want to explore the options ot justify the status quo?

Why would the obstacles that obscure the inequities within our food system be removed?  Doesn't food, housing, and mental health connect? Food... family, youth and political freedom? And what doesn't race connect to? How can we find a solution if we don't discuss the center?