|My skeleton is concealed by my flesh.
Their flesh is their skeleton, the exoskeleton. It is unconcealed, on the outside.
I have bones, they have segments.
My skeleton will surface in death, I will become insectlike.
They live in dark, moist places. So, one day will I.
They are cold, untouchable. So will I be.
They have no lungs, no arteries... They don't breathe like I do.
Neither, one day, will I.
Someday, somewhere death awaits me. I will become insectlike.
The final, untold, unmentionable 5th phase of the opus.
Thank you Zeynep Günel, my truly extraordinary graduate student. You led me to this bizarre world. However we are looking at the same thing differently: You from the point of view of life, and I from the view of death...