Turns out too much hygiene, being too clean, and germ-phobic might not be good for us. And those drugs that decimate bacteria inside us, might actually be working against us.
This makes me think that I should probably thank that "neighborhood bully," who used to beat me up, who used sit on my chest, and make me eat dirt all those years ago. Who knows? Maybe all that "dirt-eating" was actually good for me?
I mean, I didn't like it, dirt has a very extreme, kind of over-powering taste, but maybe my biome actually benefitted?
That's the kind of world we live in. The things we think are good for us might not be, and the things we think are bad for us, might not be... who knew?