Bikram's basic assertion -- that the mere organization of millennia-old forms into a discrete system renders it patentable -- seems spurious, and risible if one thinks too hard about it. These are forms, after all, that have been taught by guru after guru after guru in their hidden caves and mountains and secret holy cities in India for literally thousands of years. Yet here comes Bikram swanning along in his Hummer
Genes. Not Lucky, not Levis, and certainly not your old childhood Wranglers. I'm referring to the scientific code, what the head of the Human Genome Project called The Language of God.
One town in China -- Hangzhou City -- boasts that it has 358 patents on various toothbrush designs, such that virtually every citizen is an inventor of his own particular style of brush.
Whether and how you cleaned your teeth before this time depended principally on sense and sensibility. The primary form of dental hygiene was the mighty toothstick (forefather of our toothpick); to wit, a twig.
The lowly peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Who would ever have thought it could evolve (or mutate) into so many different forms -- from the peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwich (Elvis' favorite), to the peanut-butter-frosted jelly doughnut, to the Bukowski Tavern's famous Peanut Butter Burger (with onions)?