Nah, I'm more like a snake making my way through a diseased and dying old man in an excruciatingly painful way. The apple meataphor was a poor choice when you consider who and how made the fruit infamous. Poor old god, couldn't even keep the FIRST woman from figurin' out what she could do with a big bright red apple sized head pressed against those perfect pink pudenda.<quoted text>
There is an infinity of more to Life than consuming on one end and excreting on the other.
You are a worm making its way through the apple.
But you're certainly right about the infinity thing; Ann, Adrian, Anita, Anastasia, Adele, Amy, Amy again, Amy again, Amilia...