An excerpt from a conversation in my office today with Snex and DancingFish about the care of Basil, my ninja fish, while I am away and whether he will have reached the end of his natural lifespan before I get back from my trip:
Me: I'm going to be sad if Basil dies while I am out of the country, but I realize that with his lifespan it is entirely possible
DancingFish: You know all the animals we have, multiply that by like 20 and that's how bad I will feel.
Me: So, multiply my grief over losing my fish by like 20 and that is what you'll feel if all your animals die at once?
DancingFish: Yeah.
Me: I would think with all those animals you see the circle of life and death and the whole meaning of it all.
DancingFish: Kind of, but I don't know what I'll do when Seymour or Cal (Cat and dog, respectively) die. And they will. And so will I. And then we'll all be together on an ark. With a little dinghy behind it for Seymour's poop.
Me: *giggling* a dinghy for his poop?
DancingFish: It's smelly
Snex: I think after you die you stop pooping.
DancingFish: Oh, really?
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Um. Aren't you guys biologists? Isn't it true when you die your bowels release and then that's it? You're done with the pooping then
I think that is true. I think the conversation took a turn to the question of if there is pooping in heaven (for folks who beleive in that sort of thing). I think most people think of food in heaven but not about bathrooms so much. I never really thought about it either way before...
Yeah, it was definitely leading to a philosophical discussion of the role of bodily functions in the after life, when one no longer inhabits one's earthly body.
It seemed that we came to the conclusion that in our own personal versions of a hypothetical afterlife, there would not be a need for bathrooms.
But then, if one sheds one's physical being upon death, would all physical need and wants also disappear? Since one would not need food, would the idea of a lovely piece of cake no longer bring joy? And sex? Would that still be an appealing idea? Or do all these feelings just become a ball of pulsating joyous energy at one with everything in the universe?
I don't know. I do know that when I am trying to finish revising a manuscript so I can submit it for publication I tend to get distracted by thinking about things other than my revision, so I will stop typing now.
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