People try to shove their lives, collectively, into a metal or wooden basket made for corpses. That's a lovely thought, isn't it? I think it would be quite hilarious to have my life, even thus far, shoved into a box. I wonder if you could get the lid closed. Perhaps it would take a few dozen men from the Japanese School of Strong Boys. Either way, it's funny that we bury people in really nice clothes, their most valuable, worldly possessions and a few thousand dollars of storage that will be witnessed by a living human eye for, at most, three days. This seems preposterous. It is not that I am against the dead, it is that I am all for cremation. Our bodies are here for one reason: to serve as temples of God, to facilitate each and every one of us to be sons and daughters of Christ and live our lives day by day being exemplary beings. I wish it were that easy to toss the world away and live for our true purpose. I want to learn to do it better. I truly do. BUT, i'm getting side tracked. Whenever we are taken from our bodies, there is nothing left but skin and organs and such, but since I'm an organ donor, there's no organs left if I plan on dying in a healthy fashion. I wish to be cremated and scattered across somewhere beautiful. Somewhere truly beautiful that I haven't discovered yet. The day I find it, I'll know where my temporary body will be.
I guess I'm tired and not making much sense.
I guess I'm tired and not making much sense.
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