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No, no that is not all, not the end! Don't you see? There is so much more in this carcass than a hurrying passer-by chooses to see. Chooses, because all can see if they decide to. This was once a living, breathing being, that ascended the air and felt the joy of escape from the ground. With that simple spread, it accomplished so much more than we, mere humans, could ever do of our own given abilities. it may be decaying, returning to earth via these wriggling mites, but it was once beautiful. and though its beauty is now marred and grotesque, it is not enough to simply say "it's dead. the end." admire it for the beauty it once possessed, and the sad beauty that it still has. Everything is beautiful.
Stop hurrying.
Stop hurrying.