We live and we die, but we don’t start or stop existing. Everything that is us is still here. And in time, what was us becomes something new and different.
The miracle of life is a rare and magical opportunity for a bit of our grand panoply of matter to direct its own future. And, I believe, the horror of death is in that return to idleness and loss of control. We don’t want to return to the sidelines, to be put back on the shelf. We don’t want to become mere stuff again. We want to keep playing the game.
We live and we die, but we don’t start or stop existing. Everything that is us is still here. And in time, what was us becomes something new and different.
The miracle of life is a rare and magical opportunity for a bit of our grand panoply of matter to direct its own future. And, I believe, the horror of death is in that return to idleness and loss of control. We don’t want to return to the sidelines, to be put back on the shelf. We don’t want to become mere stuff again. We want to keep playing the game.