One day, when this technology has matured, I will write books printed on Wonderbread, sold at the supermarket, and packaged in loaves.  These "loaf-novels" will be read, converted to sandwiches, and consumed, thus exposing the illusory seperation between the mind and body.  They'll forge my Nobel from the finest cheeses in Sweden, and I will melt it onto the pages of my life's work, and on my death bed, I will eat my own words. [Via Veer, Via Gadgetbox]