For centuries, humankind has grappled with the unassailable ennui of its apparently unfulfilled purpose. Generations of poets, philosophers, artists, and intellectuals have expended themselves in the quest to achieve the culmination of human destiny, and to usher in an era of unprecedented prosperity and joy. Each has contributed to this deep undercurrent of human striving, but all have ultimately failed to realize their goal: every sonnet, every painting, each symphony, treatise, holy book, ethical scheme or religion. All failures.
Finally, humankind has attained the fullness of its glory. Finally we have reached out to the uttermost heights of terrible, awesome majesty, and finally we have grasped that pinnacle of supreme divnity.
Finally, we have managed to bring together two facets of human life that had, UNTIL NOW, seemed utterly irreconcilable.
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. We have finally merged the realm of things that glow with the realm of things that are ice cream.
Master inventor, Charlie Harry Francis, says on his website that the inspiration for his latest dessert came from glowing jellyfish, which led him to partner with an inventor in China who synthesized the luminescent protein that gives the sea creatures their glow. The calcium-activated proteins in the ice cream react when they're agitated, or as Francis writes, "To put it a non science-y way, it glows when you lick it."