Homegoing

There are a lot of books out there these days that tell us we are only meat, meat with pretensions about what it is. The self-developed complexity of the meat supposedly (nay, definitely) informs the meat about the meat's environment.

Somehow though, this meat is tired of being meat. This meat feels that one day it should succumb to the laws of entropy and of caterpillarism, and die that it should be reborn elsewise.

In short, this tired meat wants to go home.