𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 — 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 inspired by a novel i read as a child — “all flesh is grass” by clifford d. simak