I have learned a few things while walking this Earth. Here is one of them.
There are things in this world that will eat you. And I don't mean that euphimisically. I mean, like they will DIGEST you, man. You will slide down their throat like so much Taco Bell ground beef, and the creature to which this throat belongeth won't give it a second fucking thought.
You might thing that being slowly broken apart on a chemical level isn't such a bad way to go, but I'm here to tell you that it is. It really fucking is. There are Country & Western songs devoted to the subject.
See, atoms (your skin is made of them - look it up) like to stick together. They like it so much that, when the digestive juices of the fucking beast that ate you start to encourage them to split up, they take little burning hot fireplace pokers (or some shit very much exactly like them) and they poke you repeatedly, causing pain. The pain then travels in metaphorical form to your brain, where your brain translates it into the shit that you actually feel.
I can't get into all of the details of how it works, but hence is the nature of any metaphorical process.
Rock on, Atlanta. But first, START rocking!
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