Just like you make sure what enters your kitchen is full of life, this kitchen has rules, too - strict rules. We need more than a label here. In fact, leave your label behind. I am sorry you felt forced to buy that label instead of spending your hard-earned resources on the ingredient. I am sorry the collective consciousness expects you to put that expensive label on them. I am sorry you couldn't say, "I am my label". Let me smell, touch, and eat the ingredients. I have to sense the life in my Rose Water, in my raspberry seed, in my nettle - for an instant knowing, an instant yes; no label can buy.A soul recognises another soul. Nettle says hi, and I say welcome. Welcome to my kitchen.We met again! We met again in this lifetime. Let's continue where we left off. Maybe nettle, maybe this year, we will move from "human doing" to "human being" where we are our own labels in our words and deeds.