That's what the designers want you to think, man! Don't let them pull the wool over your eyes, let them distract and dissuade your thoughts on this. Embrace t

That's what the designers want you to think, man! Don't let them pull the wool over your eyes, let them distract and dissuade your thoughts on this. Embrace the truth, don't shy away. Take that stick of butter and revel in its incredible happenstance, its wonderful mystery, and know that such universally derived splendour is not to be waved away. Take that butter, spread it. Feel the joy in is flavour and taste. Know that this only happens, that your toast and bread only survives unscathed in a universe where butter temp and human temp are a conjoined state of blissful commonality. Move that metric a little off, and your morning is torn asunder, your toast made into shreds of its former dignity, by the might of your hard, cold, angry butter. It's not a mistake, it's planned. Quintillions likely watch us all walk around, spreading butter every morning.