There’s a reasonable sounding argument that beer caused civilization. So: Everybody’s hunting and gathering and the trek, not to mention some geezer’s knees are getting kinda old. So he decides to stop with the walking and hang out at one spot. Which spot will he pick? Well where he can have beer of course! So he settles down near a spot where the grain (or the starchy roots or whatever) are thick and pretty easy to get. And pretty soon, somebody else decides to stop where ol’ geezer has things already organized. And after a bit there’s a whole little village and they have to invent a way to import and export because there’s just not enough hunting right where they are. And that’s business.
There’s a reasonable sounding argument that beer caused civilization. So: Everybody’s hunting and gathering and the trek, not to mention some geezer’s knees are getting kinda old. So he decides to stop with the walking and hang out at one spot. Which spot will he pick? Well where he can have beer of course! So he settles down near a spot where the grain (or the starchy roots or whatever) are thick and pretty easy to get. And pretty soon, somebody else decides to stop where ol’ geezer has things already organized. And after a bit there’s a whole little village and they have to invent a way to import and export because there’s just not enough hunting right where they are. And that’s business.
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See?