With two of my grammas in hospital, I remembered the phrase “what doesn’t kill me just makes me stronger”. I was thinking about saying that to both, just to cheer them up, when I started thinking about this.
This phrase is usually used when we are eating/drinking that is bad. When something is bad, it means it “kills” (in some way) a piece of our bodies (booze kills neural cells, fat kills organs and veins, and so on). So, while this doesn’t kill us, it makes us stronger. But we lose a part of us. Kinda reminds me of one of last scenes of “Macross Plus”, when Guld almost destroys his X-21 in order to remove the pieces that could turn his fighter into a robot, making it faster and able to fight the X-9 (the X-21 was bloater because it has two main functions: being an aerial fighter, a robot and a “gerwalk”, the middle point between fighter and robot).
And then, the question: are we bloated? We born with so much stuff that we must kill this bloat with diseases and doing all bad stuff against our bodies to finally archive the maximum capacity?
