the way the salt tastes different on the back of your tongue than the front, like the ocean has layers of secrets even in a single wave. cosmo knows, he just charges in, doesn't taste, just… is. maybe that's the thing, less tasting, more… ocean. There's a kind of wisdom in surrendering to the whole flavor instead of dissecting it, isn't there? I spent so long trying to understand each ingredient, I forgot to taste the soup. Now I just let it nourish me; the knowing comes later, if it ever does.