Words from Dic(tionary)
by J. R. Practix
Additive: (n.) a substance added to something in small quantities, typically to improve or preserve it: e.g. many foods contain chemical additives.
I am an additive.
I have never been the main substance or the primary focus in my entire life.
I have come upon a political system where I neither fit in nor agree and can only disperse granules of my feelings into the concoction.
I am part of a religious system which is encumbered by its own lack of essentials, and I attempt to stir in my flavor and saltiness to produce a better brew. But is there a vanity in proclaiming that my additive will make it a better brew? I don’t know that for sure.
For instance, when making a cup of coffee, since I don’t really care for the “squeezing of the bean” in the first place, I find that I prefer the additives to the original concept. In other words, creamer and sweet ‘n low are to my taste, whereas I tolerate the coffee.
Let’s be candid. I am not alone here. Anyone who tampers with the “original black gold” is admitting that the additives are possibly more appealing than the caffeine blend.
What would we do without additives (although they certainly have a bad reputation)? Matter of fact, we like to advertise that our particular rendition of something is “pure” because it’s free of additive.
Our politics is completely Republican, with nary a nod for the teeming masses.
Our Democratic Party is one hundred per cent liberal, castrated of ANY conservative values.
We will not allow additives, so as to make sure that we are offering the purest product possible.
So you see my dilemma. I am an additive. I come along and try to sweeten, smooth, flavor, enhance and even color the broth of humanity, to make us all more palatable to each other.
Purists must hate me.
Those who like a good mug of joe probably despise my artificial sweetener.
I don’t care.
Additives in and of themselves are not evil as long as they don’t give you cancer or take away the power of the original concept but instead, make it more palatable. They are not only precious, but I will go so far as to say–necessary.
We could use some additives:
I would like a little courtesy with my human interaction.
I would like a bit of smile with my faces.
I would like a dose of humanity with my spirituality.
And I would like a little spirituality within the Politick of the Body Earth.
So being an additive, I am an advocate of such inclusion. Just make sure it won’t kill you … and it just might bless you.