Weirdly, Tramadol is not a natural product after all. Tramadol can be extracted from the root of a tree in Cameroon, but isn’t in the trees because the trees make it, it’s in the trees because it’s given extensively to cattle in the region, so much so that it’s soaked into the soil and been taken up by the trees.
Guns don’t shoot people.
People without guns don’t shoot people, either.
From The Writer’s Almanac
On this date in 1848, railway worker Phineas Gage survived having an iron rod driven through his brain. He was 25 years old, a handsome young man and a hard worker, and was a foreman on a crew cutting a railroad bed near Cavendish, Vermont. He was using a tamping iron to pack explosives into a hole in a boulder when the explosive powder detonated. It drove his tamping iron — which was 43 inches long, and an inch and a quarter wide — through his left cheek, up behind his left eye, and out the top of his head, where it landed some 30 yards away. He lost the vision in his left eye, but it’s possible that he didn’t even lose consciousness; in any case, he was able to walk to an oxcart within a few minutes of the accident. Workers took him to his boarding house, where he had enough of his wits about him to quip to the local doctor, “Here is business enough for you.” One witness reported that Gage got up and vomited; “the effort of vomiting pressed out about half a teacupful of the brain, which fell upon the floor.”
— Dr. Jonathan Tallant, a philosopher who thinks about time
— Arthur Schopenhauer, Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung, §55