Ripples.

Quietly contemplating the height of a tree near the Mill Mountain Star.
  The death of Harold Ramis, amongst many others as of late, always gives us pause to ponder. Well, it gives me pause to ponder. But today, I am not pondering the age old question "Why?" but rather of the connection between each other.
  Many people think themselves insignificant. In the grand scheme of the universe, it may seem as though we are. I don't believe it though.
  Inside each and every one of us is a great spirit. A spirit with meaning, depth, and importance. We are the ripples on the edge of the butterfly's wing. No one has been able to accurately describe the spirit that makes us sentient. But we are learning more everyday.
  Which begs the question, well, what are the mechanics behind sentientism? Can our thoughts or essence travel at the speed of light? Are we limited by our mortal coils? What happens when we become "unbound", as it were, to the Earth?
  Energy is neither created nor destroyed but it can be transformed. This is what most major religions base their ideology on. None of which I agree with.
  If anything, we become more useful. Our bodies rot and are taken back by the Earth and our photons scatter to create even more useful things. We become stars. We transform back to stardust. We become the most important and basic element of the universe. What greater thing is there than that?

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