rine and feces, our body's two most undesired excrements. Yet, this linear juxtaposition of them brings something comical about. In the old man's vernacular, both share the structure of a repeated three-letter word that starts with 'p' followed by two of the same letters. A succinct concoction of alphabets to describe two unwanted, yet inevitable elements of our bodily function. But isn't that life? A complicated machine of deceptively elementary constituents. There are no ulterior reasons behind these elements, yet when they form a whole... When observing the pee pee and the poo poo as constituents of life, wouldn't it make sense to also see them for what they are? As runoffs of our physical form? One may even elaborate on our physical waste as the waste of our spirituality, the waste of our life. We pain ourselves over the past, the wastes we left behind, but the past is complicated by our nature of nostalgia when really it's all so simple! Confirming this suspicion is the 'old' in 'old man.' He is