We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.
Public and private food in America has become eatable, here and there extremely good. Only the fried potatoes go unchanged, as deadly as before.
We haven't been able yet to determine in terms of genes what makes a human being a human and not another mammal.