I am, like most of us, a product of my culture. Instant gratification may as well be stamped into my DNA. Over the weekend, a coworker offered me a sip of his tulsi, and I
scoffed at it. “I know it’s really good for you,” I admitted, “but it’s
a longevity-thing. Right now I need some caffeine. And, if what I
drink is not going to make me feel awake, I want it to do something
else—calm my senses, clear up my sinuses, alter my vision—something that
I can notice right away.” This was how the subject of instant gratification came up.