Isn't it an inspiring thought that we actually are immortal?
I mean, we think we die
but in reality, all we are will keep existing
All the atoms that build us have once been part of something completely different
A flower
A stone
A speck of cosmic dust
And for just a second - a blink of an eye in the universal day - they gather
and create a whole of almost poetic dimensions
Like a diamond among stones
Only to dissolve once again and enter other states of being
Without memory
and without any traces of their magnificent past
