Everything has a beginning and everything will end. Even the ground on which we stand today will one day be no longer. But in a universe of rebirths nothing, not the smallest particle, is wasted. Rebirth is the order of the cosmos. Birth, death and infinity are interconnected, intertwined through the thread of life. Humans though, through the power of reason, are the only creatures that know that someday they will die. But death is just a physicality, and a physicality is just a preoccupation of one's body, one's needs and one's appetites. Death is physical, as it were, but not the end of existence. Yes, death is just a way station. No, there is more, more to life than just body. There is soul. And the soul is indestructible, never ceases and never dies. Yet, it is impossible to comprehend the Infinite by using a finite mind. One has to employ different means to help ponder such profundities. Mystics know this, and mystics travel those realms well but in those realms mere words become useless. And that is where the power of art shines the brightest. Art can smash the barrier that prevents us from knowing that we need not worry for we are soul itself, and soul is indestructible. visionary imagist "Joey"