A human being a relationship

 To live as human being in relationship.

Not in relationship with a system of steel and silicone,

but in relationship with the cyclical, undulating ebbs and flows of nature and natural life.

If Death were a man, he'd be a bureaucrat.

Not a solider 

or even a scientist gone mad.

He'd be heavy under the weight of eternal slavery, the incessant onslaught of time and punctuality.

If Life were a woman, she'd be a heretic.

Hated by almost all.

For what is Life but Love in disguise? 

And what disgusts others most,

than love expressed for what they despise?