The perpetual growth of the human body.
Who decides our uphill?
When is the beginning of our downhill?
What if we die before our growth is ready?
Who do we die as, if it's not our completed self?
Why would the universe take us away before we're done developing?
Is the finished product not good enough?
Do we die early to preserve innocence?
What about the preservation of growth, development, and completion?
What happens when the sucking pull of gravity lets go?
Is the earth's process through with us?
Did we fail?
Are we not strong enough?
Are we too weak to contribute towards the infinite cycles our planet offers us?
Do we die to save another life?
A life whose immortal growth deserves to be saved?
Who decides?