Taste provides a framework for being in this world.

Taste is the crescendo where reason ends and hunger begins again. All senses culminate in a multi-dimensional sensational space. We not only experience this space physically, externally, we occupy it, we become a part of this space and this space becomes a part of us. 

We eat with our eyes first. What we smell is heavily influenced by what we taste. We must first touch to taste. There is nothing like taste because all of the senses combine to create a hunger and a desire that can only be satisfied by taste. 

But taste is so damn fleeting. Where a smell can linger, can transport us anywhere in time, place us beside anyone we've ever loved, taste is like the tides: it rises and falls, it changes with the seasons, it is unpredictable.

[Had to hit pause. I was getting lost.]

Back to where we started: taste is the crescendo where reason ends and hunger begins again.

We've been delighted by the senses and this most intimate touch we call taste has delivered a swell of intensity and sensation. And then, there is a letdown. Taste is the most fickle sense. There must be moments of high intensity and low intensity, and this is a good thing. If every strawberry tasted like the perfect summer strawberry, we wouldn't know how good it really was and we would grow tired of the taste. 

And so with each taste comes a drive. Each taste stirs a hunger. So when we taste, we complete the cycle of the senses, but taste has also added a third and fourth dimension to the sensational. It’s not merely a cycle, we are spiraling up or down, toward taste or away. We are carving out space for greater intensity, and leaving a void when intensity dissipates.

Because of taste and the hunger that drives it, the senses are given a framework, a process for being in this world. We are given a road map: to understand this world and ourselves, pursue this atlas of sensation.