I'm thinking about how life begins with the violent gut-wrenching burst of a womans vagina being ripped open.
Doctors need to literally catch the spawn that is thrust out into this horrible world.
They then cut the connecting cord in half and hand the blood soaked flesh to its mother.
It squeals louder and louder.
The second bearer of this child lays on the floor, cold.

It is then raised and trained and snipped and annually cut and groomed.
It gains feelings and relations.
Then it grows to slave for others in exchange for copper pieces and important documents.
Those are then used to exchange for weapons, natural goods, and oils.
They remain stationary, in this constant loop for years.
Then they mate with the others, and the same process continues until they decay and rot to the point where their throbbing organs cease and freeze up.
They then die, cold.
Emotionless.
Weightless.
Their bowels contract and they release their insides before they're scraped up and tossed into a box.
That box is then tossed into a hole.
They bury it, carve stone and stick it erect in the ground with their identity on it.
Only to be frequently visited by their spawn with flowers.
Or washed up in tropical storms.