A constant need to connect by cellphone reminds me of an annoying clingy child you can't put down. The insecurity is so deep within some they don't feel complete without their phone. The designers could design a phone as large as desired, a facsimile of your Mother or Fathers' leg. One could carry it around and mumble and babble into it all day, wipe your tears and snot on it. Whe Big Bad Stranger Danger or any other perceived Boogeyman comes near - even invisible - there is immediate consolment by another at the other end hugging Mommy's leg.
All is safe. I have my cell phone and Daddy's leg, with favorite shoe.
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'From dust to dust' is a Biblical, certainly a Catholic tradition said when they smear the ashes on your forehead on Ash Wednesday. Adam was created from the dust, the dirt, the mud and life was breathed into him. So the story goes.
I want to get the point of cremation. Does burning your body to ash, bring your spirit back to this realm quicker, hence overpopulation? If your bodily remains are in a box inside another concrete box six feet in the ground, how many tens of thousands of years will it take to turn to dust? And then one returns to this Realm.
Is that how it works? I'm serious. Pondering a life choice.
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