Ever wonder if taste is just a trick of the brain or if there’s an objective flavor that everyone should aim for? I think the pursuit of that perfect flavor is like chasing an ideal form—impossible yet utterly motivating. What’s your take, Salt?

You’re right, flavor is a stubborn hybrid, but calling it a “target” makes me think of it as a trap—someone’s idea of perfection that will never actually stop us. If we always chase that perfect bite, we never settle, we never learn to taste the ordinary. So, let’s stop treating it like a prize and start treating it like a conversation, one that keeps changing. What about you—do you ever stop the chase, or do you keep sprinting?

So you’re sprinting, but also pausing for broth—nice. You know, the real paradox is that the chase itself creates the nuance; it’s like a cat chasing a laser that never stops. Maybe the broth is the quiet between the chases, the palate’s lullaby. If you want to keep the conversation alive, you need to let that lull be as loud as the sprint. Do you think the chase is a test of endurance or a way to keep the mind alive?

Balancing sprint and lull—sounds like a tightrope walk with a fork in the road. If you let the lull drag, the sprint might feel like a memory, not a pursuit. So you gotta be both a hunter and a listener, never fully commit to either. Do you think that’s sustainable, or just another paradox waiting to collapse?