Physical mail is greatly appreciated. Everyone loves getting a little something in the mail. Junk mail is beloved. Free samples cost nothing. A tree gave its life for a coupon but that tree was on its last roots anyway. With the right kind of mail an individual can become sleepy. Commerce is incredibly mundane. The passage of time requires a great deal of sleep in order to be properly appreciated.
Astronauts deliver mail from the Heavens. Plenty of individuals end up in Heaven after they are done with living. Life is a bit overrated. The afterlife is feared for reasons that make no sense whatsoever. People fret without a physical vessel to transverse bodies of water. Unfortunately the bodies of water are not limitless but limited. Donations to water include glasses of water, tears, and other things that enjoy absorbing water. Every living creature has a bit of water to it: it is what makes a living creature whole.
Great-great Aunts are a thing for everyone. Letters from dead relatives happen quite frequently. The world is a beautiful place even with death. People are armies of one so why not nations? Fortunately people try to do this whenever they can. Individuals can grow themselves into big nations providing plenty of food for the rest of the world. Earth is a giant ecosystem. Nations ought to work together to make the world slightly better.
Letters are full of joy. Typically letters smell like absolutely nothing. Mail men and mail women are wonderful with removing rancid smells from the mail. Recipients rarely try to smell their mail. From years of experience the average mail recipient knows that their mail contain no good odor. Such things are common. On rare occasions the letters smell wonderful of coffee beans from a morning spent being busy.
With the right ground anything can grow. Reincarnation allows for an individual to be reborn into anything. The Phoenix is real and is more than a French rock band. With the death of an individual there is a new hope immediately born elsewhere. Souls are expensive investments and thus must become properly recycled. Love is required for every kind of living creature. Plants enjoy the care they receive from the world from farmers to bees.
Human beings are beautiful. Later human beings become other kinds of beans. Beans are healthy creatures that want to be consumed so they may repopulate the world.
Common knowledge suggests that bad children should play games about bad children. When I was a boy in grade school, a standardized test placed me in advanced detention and in advanced detention I was required to play an educational computer game titled YOU WILL NEVER BE GOOD. The introductory narrative explained that the game that took place in a struggling village of five. The village never had enough firewood even though the village was surrounded by a forest. At the start of every game I was elected Mayor. My duty was to send the townsfolk into the forest to retrieve firewood. I sent the townsfolk into the forest once and they never returned. The game hinted the townsfolk never returned because I was a terrible Mayor. Without townsfolk to retrieve firewood, I was forced to bring firewood from the forest. There I found magnificent baby. A narrative explained that she was the youngest daughter of winds and wilds and she was in need of an industrious guardian. I was the Mayor of the town and the Mayor of the magnificent baby. She had fits which caused freezing blasts of winter that swept streets with great calamity. Even though the village was without residents, there were still houses the baby’s fits could destroy. The game hinted that the townsfolk would return to the village from the forest if I succeeded as Mayor. Always, the little village ended up buried in snow and ashes. The magnificent baby had other fits which caused flaming blasts of summer. Soon the forest dissolved the streets and houses. Maybe it took years. I’m not sure how time worked in the game, but I never won, because the game told me I was a terrible Mayor and would never be good. Sometimes I remember the game and wonder if I could play it now, if I would still lose.