And why does this matter?

My roomie was a staunch defender of medieval times, when allegedly things were oh so much better. He left me a bit of creatine monohydrate in a closet, he absorbed the stuff by the kilograms. I was thinking with some scorn "they used to grind this from the bones of peasants before, didn't they?".

I feel pity of the people that was before us, grateful for some of their legacy, and very bitter for other parts of it, and I'm extraordinarily, rabid jealous of how much better the coming generations will most likely have it.