I like to freeze my taffy. It gives it another realm to enjoy it in. Like you have the part where it’s sweet and chewy and stretchy (same as chewy?) but then if you freeze it there is yet another way to enjoy it. It’s cold and hard and crunchy. And also there’s the zone between when it is neither soft not hard, warm or cold. The ecotone of taste.

And maybe it’s the same with life. Maybe by varying experiences you are creating a different realm of living. One that wasn’t there before, one that increases engagement with the first thing we are given and the last thing we give up.