Gasses compressing under their own weight become stars which ultimately explode forming the cosmic dust that condenses into planets.
Amorphous goo mutates into protoplasm that endlessly self consumes in an unbroken chain of ever changing life forms.
The caterpillar morphs into the butterfly just as the protosimian evolves into the human being. What was once one thing simply transmutes into another.
All beginnings spring from terminal remains in a rhythmic continuum, endlessly converting each imagined ending into something new.
The birth of a child seems to us to be nothing like the spontaneous ignition of a new born star, but these are all aspects of one continuous event, the one turning we call the universe.
Contrary to what we perceive as disjoined pieces of an enormous puzzle, the whole universe is woven together like a sweater knitted from a single yarn.
What is the meaning of this?
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My grandmother died in the summer. I was thinking, "This is the first Christmas she will miss." Then it struck me - she may have been central to tha last 93 Christmasses, but she missed the previous four and a half billion!
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