i was cry-running, recently, when i came across a funny house under the eaves of a limestone cliff tears salted my face, not unlike a seep from the cliff, which precipitated new stone, devouring the house in geologic time probably not fast enough for the people who live there to care yet, it made me wonder we organic beings, constantly shed our hair and skin - if we do not die suddenly, we decay slowly but regardless of how WE die, our Earth consistently resorbs all unto itself and so, when seen another way, my friends are still here, on Earth, with me and my salty face