Sometimes lots of atoms assemble into thinking, feeling, watery entities. Then, later, after constantly obtaining, manipulating, and discarding matter/energy to grow, develop (and sometimes replicate), these squishy thinkers drift back to their original, free form. Free from the chains of emotion. Free from the pain of existence. Unimaginably free.
The atoms of which we are built, in the long run, will scatter evenly across the biosphere of the Earth once again. Even if you are buried underground, deep time will nonchalantly grind you back into your constituent ingredients and mix you back into the great organic soup which saturates the crust of our world. We, in our delusions of grandeur, are only minor footnotes in the epic journey of the atoms.
“When you’ve seen beyond yourself then you may find peace of mind is waiting there.
And the time will come when you see we’re all one and life flows on within you and without you.”
-George Harrison (The Beatles)