As I evolve and grow mentally, my body gets smaller and
smaller, to the point where it will vanish.

As my heart gets stronger and bolder, the older and more
experienced I am, the weaker and fainter it gets, to the
point where it will stop.

As my cooking skills improve, the tastier the food gets, the
less will I be able to enjoy it, as my intestines grow weak
and weary, to the point where I can no longer digest.

All that remains, is the space in between.