Driving past those endless cornfields, you’re not looking at food. You’re looking at an industrial machine. That tall, dull corn isn’t meant for your plate—or even your touch. It hides in your fuel tank, your soda, your cereal, your life. You eat it without ever seeing it. And the sweet, golden ears you cherish at summer cookouts? They’re just the tiniest, sweetest fraction of a vast, invisible sys… Continues…