So I wake up. It’s a lovely Monday morning (which is unusual to start with). I reach to my bedside table to grab a cigarette and notice the warning label on the packet. All I can think to myself is ’ why do we die?’
Someone once described evolution as cells adapting to survive. Sounds good right. Yeah makes sense, things change in order to better adapt to their surroundings. I’m all four that.
What struck me was that, evidently, the cells must just give up trying after so long. Because, alas, they haven’t developed a way to conquer the biggest disease of all… Life
Life, or the living of Life is a disease as much as any other. It wears you down, breaking down cells until ultimately, like any other, it kills you. Why then, has nothing on earth figured out how to beat this? Except Of course for the Turritopsis nutricula jellyfish ( http://goo.gl/FxZME ). What is it that makes death so important that it cannot be beat? I’m not one for thinking there is much meaning to life, I’m a firm investor on the chance theory of Life. I don’t even know. It’s too early for this shit. Someone help x