I am a vehicle made of decaying meat, powered by farts and electricity. My shambling corpse made from the corpses of other things which in turn are comprised of the corpses of other things. My mind powered by generations of bacterial slaves forced to toil in the bowels of my organs as they convert the Carrion I ingest into fuel. The signals firing between my synapses as momentary as the universal clarity provided from blasting a life draining load. Nothing inside of me is original. I will slowly shit out the very matter of who I am and be rebuilt into something else Daily, my mind only as permanent as the current pattern of random electrical bursts.

Everyone you've met too. The person you met a year, a month, a day ago is dead. Farted out and inhaled to be part of someone new. Their mind now a new pattern of experiences and memories perceived from an entirely new vantage point in time.  Everyone comes and goes one way or another.

Enjoy everything for what it is: A momentary current in the stream of time. Bathe in the warming embrace and when it passes don't look back surprised that something that is always changing. Instead look forward to the next change, and prepare to once again experience what lies ahead. If change is the natural way of everything, then by embracing the change, we embrace everything.

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