Last night I cooked two artichokes.  The second one was still on the table when my brother in law came over, so he tried a leaf - having never eaten an artichoke before.
And naturally the question arose - how did we ever find out that the insides of an artichoke are edible?
Just another incident in life that makes us stop
suddenly
and reflect on the long chain of humanity and what we have accomplished and destoyed.  Traditions thousands of years old that are as fresh in our minds as if they happened today.  And the fact that I cannot remember what happened yesterday in the morning.
How lucky for us that we don't remember everything that happened,  what clutter there would be.
and how blessed we are that we do remember and relive our Existential Beginning every day and every year on Pesach
and that we know how to eat an artichoke!