Reminds me of the song:
“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother!”
For some reason, I remember the children back in the day (I grew up at the height of the feminist movement) saying instead: “She’s my brother.”
I used to think what the heck did that mean?
20/20 hindsight, but I guess a spoof on gender roles already many moons ago.
Now I hear identity as he, she, ze/zir.
Either way, the person ain’t heavy. 😉
(Credit Photo: Andy Blumenthal)
Wow, so this is us without a brain or soul.
A real skull, all hollowed out.
Sockets for the eyes, and a big hole where the nose goes.
The ears are gone too.
The skull is sawed open at the top, where the brain goes.
Not much left of the rotting teeth.
The soul is departed and is somewhere in the afterlife.
This should go a long way to humbling any human being.
What’s outside really doesn’t count for much, and what’s inside is everything. 😉
(Credit Photo: Andy Blumenthal)
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