I'm disgusted by this, that a group of cells can decide to replicate and grow an ugly mass right in the middle of the creature's airway, contributing nothing to his wellbeing, feeding off of his energy, eventually compromising this incredible organism.
That a group of cells can simply form a mass and consume an entire functioning being, completely disregarding it as a living breathing thing...and when he dies after his deterioration is accelerated, the tumor dies. Absurd!
Consciousness. It elucidates the phenomena of daily life and then recoils from them in horror. How did we get to a point of awareness where life, consisting of things that simply happen, can seem so brutish?
Oh but we all have built in expiration dates. Organizations do as well, and whole civilizations. This is the whole ebb and flow of order and disorder. Work is applied to create a singular functioning organism, whose constituents in time begin to meander and separate, until there is a critical point in which the central intelligence or animating principle loses control of its subordinate parts, and the organs become just matter to be recycled. Rinse and repeat.
That's life! But why is death so ghoulish? Well, some cultures don't see it that way I suppose.
Today I spent a couple of hours figuring out what sort of content I should write on a website to sell dressing rooms for retail stores. These are not the kind of problems I wish to be solving. Boring.
