my darkest hours I am forced to accept that the sands of time will erase all trace of my existence I do not have the answers to whether the suffering has some greater meaning or I flee exist only to search tirelessly for a sign that will never come my only rescue from the horror of existence is the all-natural juice beverage made from a mixture of water sugar grape apple water extracted orange juice concentrates citric acid pineapple juice concentrate natural flavour and vitamin E acetate throughout my childhood my mother never allowed me to consume a Capri Sun due to the 16 grams of sugar per serving now that I've aged I understand that it was not her fear of sugar but rather her fear of unleashing the knowledge sealed within the pouch perhaps the answers that man so desperately seeks are trapped within a Pacific cooler trademarked by Capri Sun and all rights reserved but it is more likely that I need to work on my unhealthy fixation with material objects I've come to realize the great lengths I must go to in order to truly respect the pouch and the consequences of consuming more than 6 in a day when unable to find a reason for existence in the natural world mankind develops an unquenchable thirst for the truth unable to stop until they're a husk of the person they once were it is wise to be careful when searching for answers to questions that are best left undiscovered that were never meant for man to comprehend once the contents of the Capri Sun are released from their aluminum prison there is no turning back from the truth no matter how unbearable one Yugi is long into the pouch the pouch also gazes into you in the end the only way to truly understand the pouch is to become the pouch