We are made up of the same stuff, you and I. When you break us down into our smallest bits, it’s all the same. A sea of quarks, buzzing around in a pattern uniquely you. Not just our bodies, but the moon, the stars, the mountains, the rain.
Those moments of light, glimpses where I see the expansiveness of my energy… give me hope for what awaits on the other side. When I die, where will my energy go? Will the quarks that make up my existence bumble around until they form something new? A star, perhaps? So I can be a pure light, bursting forth. Releasing into the universe to live another existence.
Linking up to Paint Party Friday.
True Color 