“so imagine that i died…
and sat decomposing awhile on the ground…
with flies and things laying eggs in my corpse, and creepy crawlies coming up from the soil to biodegrade me…
and over time, the matter which had previously been my body becomes the raw material to build a generation of earthworms and maggots and other invertebrates…
how would you feel about them?”

“them? …the worms and stuff?”

“yes. the worms and stuff. which would contain none of the living consciousness you currently associate with ‘me’ …but which, in a very real and physical sense, I would have just been transformed into.”

“…you know, you could just ask 'would you love me if I was a worm’”

“I HAD TO COME UP WITH A CONTEXT IN WHICH THAT SCENARIO MADE NARRATIVE SENSE, OKAY”