Just a filthy bag of bones

Once again, the only moment i find time to sit in front of the computer is 4:21am. What could i talk about at 4 in the morning? Trash.

Last post i broke character developed character. There was garbage all over the streets and i was sick of it. But we might as well talk less about the placement and more abut the substance.

So we're humans and we create waste, as do lots of other things. Animals in the wild create waste, plants create waste; even space has its form of waste in cosmic dust, meteor showers and the aftermath of super novas (which makes black holes garbage men?). And as with all these bi-products, there is something out there living off it. Grass grows from cow manure, mushrooms decompose dead plants, etc. One organism finds life in another's death.

Where am i going? We're just someone else's shit too. Humans may not be squatted out of some deity, but who am to say otherwise?
We’re like paper plates or napkins; a mode of transport. Of course our souls rank a little higher than a slice of pizza, but bodies are luggage. i dig the whole spiritual-physical/mind-body relationship; the soul excretes the body. When our eternal embodiment bounces, the body is essentially left on Earth as a bi-product.

So every time you die, your littering the earth.

Seems we're fundamentally meant not to clean up after ourselves.