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The body is a biological car,
maybe you inherited
a Rolls Royce, a Lamborghini,
a Maserati, most probably you got a Prius
or a work-truck.
Sooner or later,
whether a Bentley or a model T Ford
all vehicles end up the same.
In the end you will be driving a clunker.
Engines go phut, and
that old engine cannot be un-phut-ted.
The engine is not alive without you.
For the never-living there is only the scrap-yard.
Only what lives can never die.
Herein lies the only spiritual lesson
you need ever take to heart,
but then you must ask
what lives?
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