I ate a spoonful of my son's yogurt yesterday (partly testing behavior) and was instantly reminded that yes, I have lactose intolerance. Bad pain, that only subsided some hours later when I slept.
It's incredible to me that I ate mountains of cheese, I mean every day, all kinds of cheese, throughout my life. It was (is?) my favorite food! Before the holidays I was eating about a half pound of Stilton a day—you can take the boy out of England but...
Doesn't this just put more meat (oops) on the bones of the idea that not everything we do is for the sake of survival? We don't simply live to “live on.” There are inordinate desires and pleasures and gratifications that make no sense whatsoever. There is no logic to them. You just can't supply or discover a “logical infrastructure” of any kind at this deep level.