Dehulling rice is way harder than processing wheat…

Also eating boiled wheat grains was a thing long before bread was figured out.

You can make bread with rice flour too if that’s your thing.

This shit gives me existential dread and hope.

Like the complexity of cells might as well be an alien civilization, but all that somehow results in something that it’s like to be me. That’s so fundamentally mysterious, all I can do is conclude that consciousness has to be the prior of the universe. So on the one hand I’m nothing, and on the other, maybe I’m immortal. I won’t know until I’m dead.