the ingredients are simple and impossible to find yourself. someone else must fetch them for you, Sent by curated faith. mix them gingerly, and note the edges. those are the terrorists.

it’s up to your eye, Mark the center from the edge, and heat not an oven, but the furnace of Fear. bake at 451 fahrenheit until all the terrorist Burns off and the center is pure and Alone.

bake another Batch. bake another. bake another two, or four, bake More just to bake More. start a spreadsheet and watch the Numbers reach out and climb. sell your first and watch Batches turn to Dollars.

don’t lose sleep over Burnt edges. don’t smell the Ash, and know that what you do not smell is War. eat It. eat one War, then three then four at once. spend the next few years building an immunity to War.

each Batch costs Money, and you run out of space for endless Burnt edges, but the Numbers have grown wings, so the only problem left is how to never stop Baking.