The onion reminds me of my frailty. This simple vegetable brings me to tears and there is nothing I can do about it. It’s easy to forget how fragile I am. The best technology can do is to hide my vulnerability; the worst is to allow me to forget it’s truth.
Billions of years of serendipity have allowed me the grace of existence in this world. Meanwhile it is all I can do to rise slightly above the chaos, knowing the whim of chance can take it all away. I come from a long evolutionary line of stupendous bad-asses. So do onions. All the denizens of this world do. Except for the most powerful; they come from nothing, and are all around us.
The onion reminds me to strive for clarity. To persist through the fog. To try harder. I now have a delicious dinner.