A Poetic Description of Ourselves as the Sum of Our Parts

...when you die, you are grieved by all the atoms of which you were composed. They hung together for years, whether in sheets of skin or communities of spleen. With your death they do no die. Instead, they part ways, moving off in their separate directions, mourning the loss of a special time they shared together, haunted by the feeling that they were once playing parts in something larger than themselves, something that had its own life, something they can hardly put a finger on.

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Our atoms mourning us when we die...

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Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives

Books, Brochures, and Chapters>Book: Eagleman, David (Feb 2009), Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives, Pantheon, Retrieved on 2009-11-30