1 May 2012
I think of death.
Death is not the end of life - but the beginning of more.
After death- we decompose. We become part of the earth, part of the trees, our molecules join the molecules of others that have left this world, and eventually form new life.
Air that once occupied our lungs is taken up by other organisms. Those, too, will eventually die, and the atoms that make up that are brought back into the universe, free once more.
For what are we, but particles that cluster together temporarily? Death is but a release of those particles, which will eventually cluster together again and become someone else.
We are all but dust, and into dust we shall turn again- but from that dust will spring new life.
That is what is wondrous about the universe.
The Dreams In Which I'm Dying • Opuss № I