Bodily Composition and Decomposition

Bodily decomposition is one of the most feared parts of life. Not that we may actively know that we fear it, but because it is the end of all things. It is when the essence that is the body departs and there is nothing left holding the body together. Or rather, when there is nothing to guide the essence to holding a particular form. Thus, the body is completely devoid of life. People generally fear death and those that don't have never been faced with the prospect. But in their final hours, they will think of the things that could have been and then they will surely fear.
But not much more waits for those that die. They wither and decompose into their natural parts reorganized. One might one, "What made the man?" and we will surely find out. With probes and guide stones, we dissect the body to discover that the man was nothing more than ash and rock mixed in a concoction of water, blow together in some glass blowers forge. Compare that with the other man and you'll find the same. Thus, it should not concern you that death is inevitable. It should concern you that in those final moments, you were truly insiginficant.
When you were born, you body was composed of things that were taken from the world. Where it was your body was made, you gathered together those parts and made with it what you could. You bound it together, thinking that it would last forever. But it surely wouldn't. You believed that it was withstand the trials of the world, but it wouldn't. You compose yourself of the elements. Perhaps you believed that you could harness the elemental parts, but you can't. Compared with the great things that exist, those things that govern the infathomable, the things that your body would wither just thinking about, you are nothing more than dirt.
This treatise is to remind the reader that we are play things of those that govern. We are the cattle to the farmer. We are the lamb to the slaughter. Our bodies were designed to perform the work, but to reap no reward. It is bleak.
(Written by Bernand Witshed after watching his wife succumb to petrification sickness)

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Journal, Scientific