Constant Rebirth

Constant rebirth:

it’s a constant rebirth, really, everything and each moment is a rearrangement of atoms, molecules, and cells in someway, artful by their very design. Our bodies are never quite the same through every instant they exist, every cell in some type of process to be replaced by another. Daily, through food and breath, we gather new atoms and these are incorporated into our cells. Atoms themselves are timeless, made of particles directly from the stars, and any atom we breathe now could have existed as a leaf on a tree in an ancient forest, or spent a moment as the Buddha’s smile, and now reborn as ours. Everything’s a miracle in this light, life in constant rebirth of its very essence, carrying us along, artful in display.

our bodies are made of atoms, particles smaller still, and all of this is mostly a vast amount of empty space. Nothingness, our essence is unseen, and even the body’s mass is an illusion, being made of particles interacting on an energetic field. Through every aspect of body and mind we are energy, a vibration of a certain type for every moment of existence.

we know that energy never dies, nor is it created as something entirely new — in this sense we are eternal, again by essence, but not in the personal way we view the world, there is no personality reborn exactly as before. Our rebirth is more accurately a redistributing of an…