Immortality
Immortality
I was not. I was. I am. I will be. I will not be.
I was not, but my star stuff was. Part of the universe. Part of the wheeling galaxies and all the voids between. Finding its way from countless origins to the earth itself.
Then, suddenly, I was. My star stuff came alive, added other star stuff, grew, and gained identity. And I became who I am.
And for a brief moment in time, I will be – feeling, knowing, aware, until my star stuff returns to the dust from whence it came.
And then I will not be. But my star stuff will be on or in the earth, for a time, unknowing and eventually unknown, while the wheeling galaxies and uncountable stars await.
And when the sun reaches out in its death throes and consumes the earth, countless millennia from now, my star stuff will be released back into the universe from whence it came.
And the process will begin again and will ever be. And is that not immortality?
Copyright © Ellis Craig | Year Posted 2023
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