AGRONOMY

Agronomy, although 'tis something I never may have very formally studied, surely must be at least slightly important to me. The world, after all -- an environment in which I somewhat may thrive and may prosper -- , seems likely to be highly dependent on crops as those are very scientifically propagated, generated, and harvested.
The fact that to mere me any and all such areas and arenas as agronomy, gastronomy, and astronomy remain hugely faraway and almost utterly far-fetched does not, then, forbid my feeling somewhat enthused and waxing rather dithyrambic in relation to those very same ultimate foreignisms and exoticisms. I hugely like the prospect of food, and I even may put some stock in the possible eternal superbness of stars and of galaxies. The moon and the sun (which apparently is either very stellar or quasi-stellar) still may seem likely to act as main influences on food supply -- or thus my supposed powers of ratiocination seem both to shout and to insist.
Dubiety always rules, and a quite strong detestation of both science and its multiple claptraps must remain and refester. Even so, I'm not unlikely to suppose that some of the world's putative expertise might be verisimilar or actually real, to the point of maybe doing or facilitating something very positive and quite wonderful. Of course, humankind may be an absolutely horrible cancer on the planet, and I, a sort of beast-human combination, may be a truly complete blight; still and all, maybe some of the great experimenters and splendid recodifiers now extant are entirely likely to be non-negative impingers.
Never -- never~ever -- may I really study agronomy; I may continue, however, to visit several grocery stores and remarvel. Among the potatoes and onions will be other potatoes and onions.