…..she thought she was authentically special and unique and sublime—irreplaceable to the human species, if the clandestine truth of the matter must be revealed in this literary passage. As such, she demanded that she be able to commandeer a small piece of finite and, by extension, invaluable ground and deface it with an engraved chunk of granite so that other earthlings could commemorate her and worship her demigodesque memory for all eternity after she died and moved on or didn’t move on (The jury is out and will forever be out on this supernatural subject) to another plane of existence. Predictably, said never happened and now that Lilliputian piece of real estate that she so greedily appropriated stands unnoticed and unattended three hundred and sixty-five days out of the year and, as such—arrantly wasted in lieu of some useful purpose like food generation or recreational park space…..
