Step 1: Let’s admit our lives are not going to suddenly become unnatural as they end. Because unless you are somehow reading this from the extremely natural savanna, tundra, rainforest, permafrost region, or other isolated location where you just stumbled across web access — and thanks for finding my blog! — you’re not really all that natural right now. Unless you come from a world where dollar bills poke up out of the soil when Spring kisses the earth and visiting a private room several times a day to make an offering in the porcelain vessel is just doin’ what comes naturally, you’re no less artificial than you would be using, say, a ventilator or feeding tube.
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