Friday, June 19, 2009

Lucky: a Eulogy to the Self

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

-- Mary Elizabeth Frye

"We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands. The loom of time and space works the most astonishing transformations of matter."

"We are a way for the universe to know itself."
-Carl Sagan

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