Plastic, plastic hands, plastic beings, plastic bags, plastic hearts! Oh yes, the very gelastic ideal that one day! One day, we will be replaced by people that speak with teeth of gears and nuts and bolts! This is jocular to me. We think, as humans, we can simply become as if we aren't! We think that we, living in this neoteric age, can dehumanize ourselves and call it "cutting edge"! I laugh! Ignorance is airborne! 3D printed hearts beat within our breasts, extending and contracting, extending and contracting, extending and contracting! Pumping blood and pumping blood, how your pacemaker must stutter! How we are preserving ourselves, digging our grave, setting our gravestone, constructing our mausoleum, but we seem to think we are "delaying" it. How we must think we are properly living because we will never die, we cover our deceased in roses and rosaries and roasted duck and say amen. Life should be a rich marzipan set on a silver plate, yes, it is so we are to die one day, our little lives will rot away because we are only little people with little plastic hearts and hands that create art and chop onions and flip people off when their car crosses in front of them on the highway. We should not strive to only be apparitions in a cathedral and we should not promise ourselves to death, no, no, no, we should not.