All the food is in our hands... * The sight has lost its bone. * Monologue of an anthill: we, the residents of corridors used to this… * One who knows how to wait - respect. * I have a sense of taste...
The sense of taste for beauty and truth is not innate, but acquired. Parents teach children what to pay attention to and why. In the chaos of being, you need someone to tell you what to pay attention to.
Looking at life from above, you realize that everything is vanity. The only question is how exactly the person relates to this vanity. Some are afraid of it, because vanity is fear. It bores others, because it makes no sense. However, the smartest ones are happy with it, because vanity is a game, a source of excitement and taste for life.
The point is, you're killing God anyway. Your food is God. Your time is God. Therefore, the slower you kill God, the better. Therefore, the more profitably you kill God, the better. Therefore, take your time and try to take joy out of life, so that God does not die for nothing because of you.