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.
I will live on.

The final, untold, unmentionable 5th phase of the opus.
Will my soul be made to witness the final transformation:
As bone metamorphoses to segment, skeleton to integument?



pho·bi·a (fb-)
A persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous.
A strong fear, dislike, or aversion.

en·to·mol·o·gy (nt-ml-j)
The scientific study of insects.

in·sect (nskt)
Any of numerous usually small arthropod animals of the class Insecta, having an adult stage characterized by three pairs of
legs and a body segmented into head, thorax, and abdomen
and usually having two pairs of wings. Insects include the flies, crickets,
mosquitoes, beetles, butterflies, and bees.

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...