man was matter

"Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all."

- Joseph Heller, Catch-22

do I resonate with this level of pessimism? not necessarily. but I love the idea of a physical secret, and it being spilled at that. the sardony (?) of the novel is stretched to a breaking point in this chapter. the tone splits, like Snowden's abdomen, and propels a staining truth into the world. I don't know, I just like it! and, it's very similar to "The Carpenter"... hmm...