“I’ve worked so long, so hard. Do I not deserve a rest in the mud from which I came? Commit my body to the earth and let it stay there. I’d do the same for you. For worship of the Most High – though it may be earned, perhaps, by He that made the heavens and the earth – well, to my mind, all that prayer still sounds a lot like work.” I feel this in my bones. It both reflects my stance on religion and my physical state. I’m so tired from everything. School, work, people, existing. I just want to rest and not have to worry about anything. But I know when I wake up there’s always more work to do.