A deep, delightful, and deft reflection on the convertibility, accessibility, likenesses, and passages by living beings, through living beings. Input, use, and output, of life by life. How else can life (or lives) live, one might say.
The revolutionary aspects of the life cycle suggest that we let our social categories revolve too. Status goes up, down, and around. It reminds me of this exchange in Hamlet, after the death of Polonius [I beg indulgence for length of the quote]:
Claudius
Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
Hamlet
At supper.
Claudius
At supper where?
Hamlet
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service — two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end.
Claudius
Alas, alas!
Hamlet
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Claudius
What does thou mean by this?
Hamlet
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Claudius
Where is Polonius?
Hamlet
In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him I’ th’ other place yourself...
[Maybe some worms are in worm heaven, too. And others, well, maybe the other place.]
A deep, delightful, and deft reflection on the convertibility, accessibility, likenesses, and passages by living beings, through living beings. Input, use, and output, of life by life. How else can life (or lives) live, one might say.
The revolutionary aspects of the life cycle suggest that we let our social categories revolve too. Status goes up, down, and around. It reminds me of this exchange in Hamlet, after the death of Polonius [I beg indulgence for length of the quote]:
Claudius
Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
Hamlet
At supper.
Claudius
At supper where?
Hamlet
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service — two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end.
Claudius
Alas, alas!
Hamlet
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Claudius
What does thou mean by this?
Hamlet
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Claudius
Where is Polonius?
Hamlet
In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him I’ th’ other place yourself...
[Maybe some worms are in worm heaven, too. And others, well, maybe the other place.]