Death versus Life

If I could print just one aphorism and have it prominently displayed around the world it would be this: "Don't make simple things complicated." We all worry about death. Movies are often based on some form of death since it is always an interesting subject. Nothing is quicker in bringing tears to our eyes than the prospect or realization of the death of a loved one. However, I submit that the subject of death is unnecessary. Death does not exist. Nobody looks at the period at the end of a sentence as portentous; another sentence will surely follow. It is merely a marker that says one sentence has been completed and the next one will be a entity unto itself. That's what a book is; a long series of sentences that combined together make up a story. The same thing can be said for us. Like a sentence, our life is just one panel in a large tapestry. For the ultimate meaning, you must be able to see the entire tapestry. One panel like one sentence cannot express the whole. Last night I saw a program that discussed the life and death of the Milky Way Galaxy; our galaxy. It appears that the Andromeda Galaxy and the Milky Way Galaxy are on a collision course. Apparently, our solar system may be cast out of the mix into the outer void. Don't fret, however, we are talking about several billion years from now. Our entire universe will die, I am told. Will other universes take its place? I submit that the answer is yes; everything dies and everything lives. Getting back to the aphorism I proposed. We need to stop looking at death as important. By dying, we simply make certain that life goes on. If you were to live forever in your present form, there are several bad things awaiting you. Sooner or later a super volcano will erupt (perhaps in Yellowstone Park). If not that, an asteroid will strike the earth. If that isn't enough, the sun will ultimately die and turn the earth into a burnt cinder in the process. By dying, we are able to adjust to all of this. We can come back after the dust settles and this or some other earth is now able to accommodate us. It may take a few million years, but I have good news about that as well; like death, time does not exist either. Just as you sleep at night, so you can take a nap while things sort themselves out. Someday, I would like to sit down and ask God why things have to be this way. I suspect that I already know the answer. Which would you rather do? Sit in an eternal chair staring at an eternal scene, or would you rather wake up eternally in a different place each time, leading a different life. Since it is an eternal tapestry sooner or later you will get to be everything from the simplest to the most complex form of life. I call that an adventure worth taking, what do you call it?