Once again you wowed me.@d-pend
What a delightful poem and introduction to Zen and the art of pizza making. I become the pizza spiced with saffron. This spice saffron a serotonin stimulant and may be the explanation while southerners seem to be more happy (NIH link). It works like prozac but completely natural. The perfect spice for a depressed mood or depeche mode or defective node.
My mind is so polluted that this word "volatility" makes me think about the crypto market. This can also be the "febrility" of raw pizza dough ready to put into the oven. After it's done it becomes "a rigid body." Metaphysically this may be the substance of our entire being. United we are strong.
Again my mind is so polluted when I hear the description of a steaming pizza then I can only think of the price of steem today going up quick. The pixel pizza that is fit to feed a whole army of Steemians.
Usually we enjoy savory flavors not slavery flavors but be it the history of North Carolina and the cotton industry as it was I can see how southern cooking took on anther nuance two hundred years ago. Yet still I see this slavery as a slavery what binds a man inside perhaps the sin of ages past.
You got this part down:
Grandmother's blessing or grandfather's hex.
We carry this around our whole lifetime this blessing from grandma and curse from grandpa. I am still haunted by it. But no worries. Spread a little saffron and everything is all right.
Peace out Brother