Livingod said:
How did Europeans live in the middle ages before the Crusades, when they didn't have any spices like pepper, cinnamon, thyme, and basically everything but salt?
Life without spice was harsh and even brutal. Many took to going to raves and overindulgence in ecstasy and special-K. There was a lot of black leather and sado-masochism. Just about everyone was a Goth back then. Cinnamon deprivation drove them to extremes of excess. The French Toast was bland, and day after day, year after year of Starbucks without a dash of cinnamon now and then precipitated a kind of mass insanity the likes of which we, in the modern world, cannot comprehend.
Recently, when I was reading the biography of Ogg, inventer of the wheel, I was impressed by how few remember this forgotten genius' accomplishments. His struggle to overcome the derision of his peers "If God had wanted man to roll, he'd had given him wheels!", and the scorn of his arrogant, Cro-Magnon physics teacher, who would wander over to him from flint knapping and say things like: "Ogg, you're a crackpot. You think you're going to
roll something somewhere? Huh? You think you're going to take the effort out of pulling and dragging? Let me tell you something. There's no free lunch, Ogg. You don't get something for nothing. What you're trying to do there is
perpetual motion!"
But stalwart Ogg pressed on, ablaze with the yearning to win everlasting fame as the First inventor of the wheel. "Fame! Fame! Fame!" Ogg would think to himself, "I'm a frickin' genius!'
But Ogg didn't really think of the wheel all by himself. He had learned of it through the obscure cave-wall scratchings of Grolla, father of wheel theory. These were on the wall at the back of the cave near the pile where they threw the trash, so it was messy work to go back and read them, and was the only place they would let old Grolla scratch his crackpot notions of round discs mounted on shafts.
What was his story, anyway? Old Grolla.