Alienated and alone the “feeling thing”, an extension of the collective conscience, is about to be excised. The “feeling thing” is a metaphor for each of us. We experience our daily lives, believing we are separate from the “others” like us. Our vision is singular, yet a lie. Finally, however, the day of reckoning arrives as we are extricated from this reality. Harvested by the scythe of fate. Or perhaps we are cut free when we have out served our usefulness to the creator, whom sees, feels and tastes through each and every one of us. Death comes to everything. It’s just a shame when it is premeditated from without.