Becoming Dark Matter

The after-life could be just a flicker of light a spec of our former selves,,, lost firefly souls drifting about the periphery of nothingness... On a constant quest for their nests of flesh chasing the vapour of memories, Until the final speck of light becomes a speck of darkness (bug on a windshield). The tapestry of dark matter... part of a big puff of nothingness.. the afterlife could be an emerging of the soul from its chrysalis of flesh a gilded distillate of their worldly goodness drifting down into an infinite pond of bliss called,God's heart...