The nature of nature is impermanence. Everything falls apart so it can become something else. The lifeless sparrow on the lawn becomes a blanket of clover and violets. And the brokenhearted in turn becomes a compassionate and kind friend to one more deserving.

Rebirth always follows death.

And the game begins anew.

When all is said and done, all we leave behind is art and bones.

Birth and Death are words we chose to describe the doorways in and out of a cycle. This cycle is connected to a larger cycle which awaits our return. It is all just like breathing. Remove the fear and judgement to recognize the same pattern as a principle everywhere.

The line between life and death is not thicker than an eyelid.