Long story short, after a long intellectual conversation with a friend of mine, I came to this conclusion:
Our physical life only lasts for a season and in a strange way it made me consider food! Could my skin be that of a fruit? Does it not bruise and age? Could my muscle be that of meat? Tough, strong, and fibrous protein. Could my hunger for knowledge be that of bread and my thirst for wisdom be that of water? There is a season to grow and a season to harvest. When we die our body breaks down and returns our borrowed gifts back to the earth. The cycle continues.
-Lady Apathy



