Nothing lives but that something else dies. That’s the underpinning principle of the Carbon Cycle. Pretending you exist outside of the carbon cycle is delusional.
KING CLAUDIUS:
Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
HAMLET:
At supper.
KING CLAUDIUS:
At supper! where?
HAMLET:
Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your
worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but
variable service, two dishes, but to one table:
that’s the end.
KING CLAUDIUS:
Alas, alas!
HAMLET:
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a
king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
KING CLAUDIUS:
What dost you mean by this?
HAMLET:
Nothing but to show you how a king may go a
progress through the guts of a beggar.
Nice!