A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Exoskeletal integuments or whatever they are called are scary. There's that thing about how your nails keep growing in the afterlife.A thousand years ago I wrote a bumpersticker poem called "More":More hairevery dayHalfway into the afterlife, I've learned the reverse is true:Less hairevery day(Maybe won't work with chins however.)
So does this apply to saints as well? Since their bodies are allegedly naturally preserved...What a strange thought.
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