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Peter got so far ahead, he got fat and lazy there, waiting, and by the time everybody else caught up to him, hearing he was some sort of genius, he was a boring idiot. The length of a man's penis means more than that of his funeral train. It isn't much, but at least it involves an experience.
"Funeral homes" are decorated to look like houses, but really they are just places where people buy boxes or urns to hold the physical remains of their dead friends and family. It is not at all on par with even a "rest home," which at least involves people living someplace in particular.
It would be nice to "rest" whenever one wanted, without negative consequences, rather than only after one has become a liability to oneself or others as a member of the workforce, yet stubbornly persists on living without affliction. A minimal workforce of contented people would be much more efficient.
One cannot be gluttonous with a scarce resource, not long enough to do any serious damage. It is in the extremes, with extreme convenience leading to extreme aggregate consequences, that the foolish decisions become trivial, the world a joke. On a night this cold, people are dying of exposure.
We cannot, of course, plan our retirement in the afterlife, because we cannot count or discount the possibility that something more than funny is going on in the whole arrangement of things. We cannot discount the comedic reliability of a new character unexpectedly appearing in a private situation. We think, and feel.
"Funeral homes" are decorated to look like houses, but really they are just places where people buy boxes or urns to hold the physical remains of their dead friends and family. It is not at all on par with even a "rest home," which at least involves people living someplace in particular.
It would be nice to "rest" whenever one wanted, without negative consequences, rather than only after one has become a liability to oneself or others as a member of the workforce, yet stubbornly persists on living without affliction. A minimal workforce of contented people would be much more efficient.
One cannot be gluttonous with a scarce resource, not long enough to do any serious damage. It is in the extremes, with extreme convenience leading to extreme aggregate consequences, that the foolish decisions become trivial, the world a joke. On a night this cold, people are dying of exposure.
We cannot, of course, plan our retirement in the afterlife, because we cannot count or discount the possibility that something more than funny is going on in the whole arrangement of things. We cannot discount the comedic reliability of a new character unexpectedly appearing in a private situation. We think, and feel.