The finest minds have studied and argued for centuries. It must be this, it must be that. It is this. It isn’t that.
No one has a clue.
No one has any idea what happens after life slips out of an organism.
That is what is so wonderful.
Everyone can be happy because everything is possible.
When a drop of water evaporates you don’t hear any moaning. In my backyard yellow daisies flaunt their beauty. When their petals drop off, turn brown and shrivel up I don’t hear any complaints.
What’s with us humans? We get a few pains in our joints, a little flab around the belly and gray hair and we are ready for a casket.
We are part of this universe. Our fate is no different than that of the snow that melts or the dried leaves on our front lawn.
Humans, that’s the way it is. Get used to it.