There is something beautiful to be said about decay, as a process. The breaking down of one thing to its simplest element, so that in time, those elements can be incorporated into some new form. Reincarnation in its purest sense.

And so, we walk on the bodies of the dead until the day they too will rise in new bodies and be reunited with the living. Maybe then we will all be the same and have no differences to fight about. Won't that be something. Or, at least, may we all be nothing more than mud.