Act 4 Scene 3
Where do our minds go when death catches us? Where do our thoughts get saved? In the physicality of it, our bodies end up in the same state. Even when dead we are at dinner, being feasted on, and serving as a full course meal for the worms that search for food in the earth’s soil. Their diets consist of soil and our bodies that lie in it after death. The rat I just killed—the father of my love—is now serving dinner to his new comrades, “…where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end.” That is the cycle of life; everyone’s fate is the same, and accepting our equality if a choice but the reality of it is nonnegotiable. The diet of worms is just so remarkable, and the price of their meals is free. The price doesn’t differentiate between the “qualities” of the food, whether it is a queen, king, or prince. So why does the value of higher ranked individuals go up amongst ourselves, when worms don’t even respect us enough to eat us with class. In life, after words, my body parts will be munched on by worms, so why don’t I humble myself and control my ego, because regardless, we are living to strengthen our bodies so that worms will have healthy snacks. Oh how death fascinates me! How worthless our lives pose to know that our bodies are fed on after we die. Do they eat that much, that are bones are reduced to dust.
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