there's simply too much.

[Backdated - 18 February 2011]

There's simply too much. The body cannot endure the things through which we make it suffer. Once delicate, fragile, touched as though a petal - turned to weathered appendages that have seen too much, toiled too much, lost too much.

It is just a perfectly haphazard slop of chromosomes and blood, incredibly housing the viscous parts that keep us alive. Nothing more. But we know no other way to show our gratitude for what it does than to abuse it. We inhale carcinogens or imbibe ethanol to deadly degrees, and then marvel at how, one day, the body simply forfeits the game, unwilling to be a contender any longer.

But what else can it do? It has no choice but to relinquish its crown, crushed underneath the debt of this thing we incredulously call Life.