Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for February 18, 2021

Sunlight, water, CO2, and trace minerals, baby. Yummm!!

I don’t think that’s how reincarnation works in religion, but it’s probably right in practice.

♫The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout♫

We could chop a tree down, make saw dust, and feed the worms …

Shakespeare said it better.

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

— Aaron Freeman

That’s the keto understanding the cycle of life.

I like and find Einstein’s E =MC squared comforting i.e. matter can neither be created or destroyed only transformed.

Asking the meaning of life to a lifeform who lives underground and only let out its lungs and reproductive organs is like asking an Inuit about air conditioning. Beside, everyone knows that the answer is 42.

So my atoms are compliments of the Big Bang, never felt so old. Therefore I came from the same atom pool as DJT, ewwww!

“A worm may eat a man and a worm may go on a hook and be eaten by a fish that a man may eat.”

So there’s no afterlife or reincarnation?

Deal with it!

Sometimes you burn the tree.

Sometimes the tree burns you.

The Universe has always been into Recycling.

You are made of star stuff (cue Carl Sagan. . .) “from billions and billions of stars. . . .”

Yes, we are made of star stuff. And we do pretty well…until we learn to talk. All down hill after that.

RJ, You die and the universe goes on… end of story. :>)

We are all made of star stuff. A couple of generations of stars had to die just to make carbon.