Tiptoe

When somebody dies in front of us, why are we so scared of touching their body? We touch cold and lifeless things all the time but what strikes us so much about seeing and touching a dead body? What is so different that it makes us want to puke, want to run, want to cry?

Is it because we lost one of our own?

That can't be it; the human kind is too sinful to care about each other.

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