Your poem describes it well, Deborah. The atoms that are in our body originated from exploding stars. We are all made up of cosmic stardust, and when our physical body ceases to exist, we will live in many different forms, including in memory, the stories that are told, and the art that we have made. Maybe that energy in our brain when our last breath is gasped is our energy and our atoms returning to the stars?
My sister loved ladybugs, and since her death, there have been very profound moments where a single ladybug has appeared in my life. I have always taken it as a spiritual sign of the infinite that my sister is communicating; she is present in the moment and there with me.
That's lovely, Michael. It does seem we are related to everything in the universe. And the ladybug story is lovely too. There's so much we do not know about how all this works. But even scientist are beginning to realize that consciousness, rather than matter, is the primary element of creation.
Your poem describes it well, Deborah. The atoms that are in our body originated from exploding stars. We are all made up of cosmic stardust, and when our physical body ceases to exist, we will live in many different forms, including in memory, the stories that are told, and the art that we have made. Maybe that energy in our brain when our last breath is gasped is our energy and our atoms returning to the stars?
My sister loved ladybugs, and since her death, there have been very profound moments where a single ladybug has appeared in my life. I have always taken it as a spiritual sign of the infinite that my sister is communicating; she is present in the moment and there with me.
That's lovely, Michael. It does seem we are related to everything in the universe. And the ladybug story is lovely too. There's so much we do not know about how all this works. But even scientist are beginning to realize that consciousness, rather than matter, is the primary element of creation.