We are the continuation of our parents, yes, but also of our teachers, our friends, our partners. Every word we speak, every deed we do, is like a stone dropped into the pond of another person’s life. Its ripples go on and on and on.

And in this way, we never die.

The matter and energy that comprises my being came to me from countless others before me. The matter and energy in you comes from masses of elder brothers and sisters who walked the path ahead of you.

And in this way, we never die.

Like a bouquet left on a memorial bench, our very being goes on throughout eternity, our ripples spread onward, the melodic benediction of our lives knows no bounds.

And in this way, we never die.