Irenaeus of Lyons, a second-century Christian bishop, once said that in the world to come, the fruits and vegetables will all beg to be picked and eaten, and actually try to outshout one another, all crying in unison, "Pick me, eat me, eat me." The first time I ever read that passage in Irenaeus, years later, I thought of the sound made by bowling pins when they're struck by a fast-rolling ball.
"Knock us down, hit us as hard as possible. Kill us, reduce us to splinters."
And could there be any sight sweeter than those pins scattering in all directions?
-Carlos Eire, Learning to Die in Miami, 86.
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