We’re all just here on Earth as renters; we don’t truly own anything we come in contact with. Human lives are frighteningly transient; the world we leave behind less so. How can you claim ownership over something that will outlast you by millennia, if not longer? Human beings are by nature parasites. Do the fleas own the dog? Do the barnacles own the ship? Do the remoras own the shark? Do the lice own your skull? The thought of these paradoxes and others like them is silly. The only thing we genuinely “own” are our flesh-and-blood bodies, yet even those are left behind to rot once we die and our souls take forever leave of their organic captors.
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