A long passage from my play of a journaling game I made that says: "...him. This cow is close to death. We all need someone with us at the end. I feel we do. So I sit with her, with my body against her, my skin against hers. I can feel her heartbeat, her trembling, her fear. We owe each other at least this at the end. Lilith wants me to know why. Because we are the same? Made of the earth. Not its ruler, but its self. From dust we came and to dust we shall return. We must not forget that we are the stuff of the world, always. People forget, feel above the world, above the creatures. Trump. Adam. The cow had her life. If she can do this, die when her time is up, then I can too. We don’t have a choice. Somehow she lets me know she’s ready. Or, she’s not ready, but she lets me know it’s time. Lilith gives me a syringe and I give the ox an injection and I sit with her in her fear as it takes effect. And I cry. Like I am crying now. Because we are the same. No one wants it to end. I want to see my son grow up and get married. I want to meet my grandchildren. Why did Lilith want me to do this. She wanted me to know something. Why me? I’m a worlder. We’re all worlders, in the image of God. We need to know about death. Lindsley died and came back. I killed Francine. I had to. What do I need to know? Vegans don’t partake of meat or products like leather made from animals. Indigenous peoples thank the animals for the gift of themselves when they kill them. Feeling this cow next to me, she is a world of herself. She made food. She had children. She created goodness. She had joy and pain and appreciation and fear. The world is better for her being in it. But then it ends, the final act. I’d love to live for a thousand years. But at the end I will be judged by the worlds I made. Not in a Christian sense, but by time and humanity. The cow did great. I hope my life is equal to hers. At the end we hope we did good with the time we had and what we did. I know she did good and she knows that’s what I believe. When we’re afraid, that’s what we need, to know that we did good. Death. The Bible passages I couldn’t stop thinking about. The..."