All life on Earth is the result of one cell dividing, transforming and merging for almost four billion years; forming all the species on the planet, our immense family tree.
There is no beginning of my life, other than that first cell.
The egg from my mother was alive. The sperm from my father was alive.
They merged and formed something new, but life was there all the time.
Death is always personal and has always been.
Cells and bodies die, cease to exist; while life reuses all the parts.
Only one life,
but many deaths
We sank into our physical bodies.
Becoming aware of the origin of all my particles who have been around since the birth of the Univers. The whole cosmic history with experiences from galaxies forming and stars exploding is inside me.
Becoming aware of all the different kind of atoms that are forming my body, atoms that are exactly the same as the atoms on the other side of the Universe.
Becoming aware that the number of atoms in my body and the number of stars in the Universe are of the same magnitude.
Thinking about this is fun.
Perceiving it is immense.
I’m apparently used to running a whole universe.
As one entity.