We Are All Tyres

I’ve decided that in order to live for a long time and not degenerate rapidly, I’m going to do the minimum amount of exercise I can.

Think of our bodies like tyres; we’re all born will a full tread but the more you use it, the quicker it wears out. Our metabolisms are the engines. The faster the engines go and the further they go, the thinner the tyres get before they eventually wear out and are no longer useful.

I'm tyred of being the biggest, said Bill.

The tread is worn right down until a tyre ends its life as a tyre and becomes… I don’t know what it becomes… does it go to tyre heaven? See, even this bit of the metaphor is exactly the same. No one knows for sure what becomes of us after we’ve stopped living.

Does the tyre question what becomes of it? Does it question the purpose of its existence? Probably not. Perhaps we should take a lesson from the humble tyre here.

Maybe this is all for nothing and we are merely a tyre on a car belonging to something that wants to get somewhere. Some life force perhaps, the one that keeps driving mankind to breed. We are just a vessel for our genes.