What an amazing thing we take for granted. A fresh, new person. Bloody hell. It’s sad really, we start out all fresh and clean and pure and new, and look what we become: Inside and out we become faded and ripped and torn and dirtied and damaged as we pass through our lives. We lie, and steal, and kill, and hate, and hurt, and waste and envy and hunger. Our skin hardens, our hair becomes coarse and then grey, our eyesight fades, our muscles at first become large and powerful but then lose strength and diminish, we develop wrinkles and sunspots and cancers and ... but what am I doing?! I was thinking about how beautiful new life is.