By this standard, I am also “dependent” on walls, roofing, electrical power, air conditioning, indoor plumbing, refrigeration, dentistry, antibiotics, eyeglasses, paved roads, and the internet. Vanity! Decadence! Weakness! Everything after the Paleolithic was a gateway drug. The first caveman who put on sandals started us down the slippery slope to CPAP machines and fiber gummies. In addition, I am already psychologically and physiologically dependent on balanced meals, eight hours of restful sleep, exercise, massage therapy, thyroid medication, RA medication, and the rest of the unglamorous scaffolding that keeps my body from filing for bankruptcy. This is only horrifying if your baseline assumption is that a healthy man should be able to thrive indefinitely on cigarettes, coffee, and laminated diner menus. Having to take thyroid and RA meds in my late twenties cured me early of the romance of being “natural.” Nature is not a personal trainer. Nature is perfectly content to let your…
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