Do you ever think about what happens when we die?
Do we go above to that perfect haven in the sky?
Or is living just a cycle, vicious in its ways?
Nothing to look forward to, when we live out our days.
Someone great once told me that we're all made of dust,
With time and age and ministrations, we all know we rust.
All I know is that I want to do something that's good;
I think we need to realise that's something we all should.
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I think about this a lot, and as our physical self, our atoms are recycled into all the living systems around us; and our genes are definitive patterns are passed into future generations, diluted by time; and our deeds and contributions are left to ripple through society until they merge into greater waves; I can't imagine that the rest of us (soul, spirit, consciousness, whatever you please to name it) does anything all that differently. It neither evaporates nor goes away, but remains in some form, contributing to the rest of us, pitching in to the great going forward.
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