The planet was formed and it went into cycles as usual.
And the beings that lived long ago were made of it. They died and their bodies went back into the cycle.
The cycle made me.
Who’s dead body am i made of? Thousands? Millions?
Some guy that lives long after me will be made of what is in my body as we speak. My body will die and he’ll become me later on. Little does some dude know that he is literally made of a dead schizophrenic person.
I wonder though. Who am i made of right now. I know it’s someone. Someone had the exact same ■■■■ in and as their bodies previously.
Im made of the dead.