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Don't be alarmed, don't scroll away. What you're gazing upon is no heap of dead roaches, nor a pile of petrified rat filth. It's cardamom. Pure, sweet cardamom. Cardamom. Ancient spice of the East. Cinnamon of royalty. The thinking man's nutmeg. What coriander wishes it was. The spice that kicked sand in cumin's face and left caraway single, broke and pregnant. Cardamom. Can you smell it on the wind? The cardamom? This intoxicating scent of India, wafting through streets of Delhi, like a whisper from a forgotten world? No, not that, that's the cows...not the stench of crushing poverty...that's a dead guy--right under that, that kind of sweet smell? That's cardamom. Sweet, intoxicating cardamom. Nectar of the gods, breath of the immortals. With what did Cleopatra tempt Caesar? Cardamom. What brought the smile to the Mona Lisa? Cardamom. Who shot Biggie? Cardamom. Don't run from it, don't show it fear. Embrace it. Fold it into your pies. Sprinkle it on fresh greens. Throw it in the dryer. Drop it in a hookah and pass it to the right. Other right. Breathe it in. Deeper. Draw it into the center of your being. Hold it. And exhale. You feel a little messed up, don't you? Like you want to dance but you might throw up? You know what that is? Cardamom. Pure, sweet cardamom. ***** Cardamom. It is the answer without a question, the truth that knows no words. It is the How inside the Why within the What now? Cardamom. What killed the dinosaurs? Cardamom. What came before the Big Bang? Cardamom. What was in Marcellus Wallace's briefcase? Cardamom. Sweet elixir of the 1%. Corrupter of the incorruptible, savior of the damned. Cardamom. What keeps Superman up at night? Cardamom. Who broke up the Beatles? Yoko. How do you solve a problem like Maria? Cardamom. Knock, knock. Who's there? Cardamom. Pure, sweet cardamom.