Edible thoughts

As I was cutting up some strawberries this afternoon, I suddenly wondered what it would be like if I knew that this was the last bowl of strawberries I would ever eat. And I didn't feel anything, any regret, any sadness, any anything. Maybe that's because I know deep down that this probably won't be my last strawberry ever and until that's a hard fact I won't be able to understand it. I don't know why it not affecting me gives me that pause though.

Or what if I'd never tasted a strawberry before?? What if this was going to be the first time I'd ever eaten one of those things? I couldn't picture that any more than remembering what it was like to learn how to read. OR what if in the ENTIRE SPAN of my lifetime I had never EVER eaten a strawberry or even knew what a strawberry was?? What would that mean as far as how I've lived my life, what thoughts I've had while eating strawberries, etc? How many times has the word "strawberry" popped into conversation? That word gone would leave a void in my conversation bubbles...huh. Well there you go. Strawberries. Who knew?