When we die,
Place us
Side-by-side,
To make us
Intertwine
In the great make-up
Of this life.
What is not beautiful about becoming a closer, nutrient-providing part of this world? The great churn, the great decay is being part of life. That is life, ex parte. Whether intaking or providing, often in the same action, we, these inhabitants and symbionts of a world most random, are part of a process. Our part will end, surely, as a cognitive state, but we continue in the chain. What is not beautiful about continuation of a grand process, the process that bore us and renews us for use elsewhere? Are we that scared of being minuscule? Love it. Love being a small part.