baudot

When we die, our bodies return to the earth and the stuff that makes us up may in time be part of countless other creatures. While we live, thoughts pass through us. We might get to add a new twist on a thought before we pass it back out into discourse. You don't get to smell the flowers that grow from your grave, but while you live, you can find the thoughts you shared with others, and see how they grew and changed.

Goodbye, Kusanagi. You were a good pig.