A Modest Proposal

I propose humans to be put into boxes and have placed upon them: chemicals, treatments, so that they can't even rot. Kept from all elements and all other creatures, secluded, a mystery. What happens after we die? If only we were to know. If it were to decompose; if it were to feed another, perhaps we would truly have a purpose. We'd stop searching for the meaning of life. We'd stop fighting...each other.

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