It is said that a burrito is not just a meal, but a way of life. The perfect union of tortilla, filling, and condiments creates a harmony that transcends the mundane.
But what does it mean to truly live a burrito-filled life?
Or, if you will, Ontology of Salsa
Or, perhaps, Ethics of Queso
Or, if you're feeling particularly existential, Nihilism of Neglected Burritos
Avocados, the fruit of the gods, bring balance to the burrito. A perfect union of creamy and green.
The ontology of avocados is a complex web of relationships between the individual fruit, the tree it grows on, and the human hand that plucks it.
Is the avocado a singular entity, or a collection of individual fruits? Or, is it merely a tool for the greater good - the means to an end?
Or, if you will, Avocado as Method
Salsa, the sauce of the people, brings joy and flavor to the burrito. But, what is it's place in the grand tapestry of burrito philosophy?
Is salsa a fixed and unchanging entity, or is it a dynamic and ever-changing force?
Or, if you will, Salsa as Culture
Queso, the cheese of the gods, is a delicate balance between flavor and texture. But, what is the moral imperative of this balance?
Is it better to be like the wise and just Queso, or to follow the path of the treacherous and deceitful Queso?
Or, if you will, Queso as Culture
But, what of the burrito that lies unloved and uneaten, its fillings wilting and its tortilla growing stale?
Is it not a tragedy, a burrito left to wither and die, unappreciated and unknown?
Or, is it merely a reminder of the fleeting nature of existence?
Nihilism of Neglected Burritos as Parabola
Or, if you will, Nihilism of Neglected Burritos as Antinomy