It’s not that we’re looking through the lens of grease-smeared bacon. Far from it. It’s that we’re finally seeing truth. A truth visible only through the translucent oculus of a paper plate anointed by the grace of the bacon. To know bacon is to see the world for what it is. Fuzzy. Imperfect. Delicious.
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