More on the theme of my prior posts, living and dying.
I had a big crush on a certain guy in my younger years and this conversation written by his daughter when she questioned him about death and heaven and ever seeing her grandparents...his parents... again reflects his character and soul and is probably why I felt so inspired when watching his show:
"“You are alive right this second. That is an amazing thing,” they told
me. When you consider the nearly infinite number of forks in the road
that lead to any single person being born, they said, you must be
grateful that you’re you at this very second. Think of the enormous
number of potential alternate universes where, for example, your
great-great-grandparents never meet and you never come to be. Moreover,
you have the pleasure of living on a planet where you have evolved to
breathe the air, drink the water, and love the warmth of the closest
star. You’re connected to the generations through DNA — and, even
farther back, to the universe, because every cell in your body was
cooked in the hearts of stars. We are star stuff, my dad famously said, and he made me feel that way."
The man, of course, was Carl Sagan, a magical, happy, elf of a man who loved his universe. The newer version of a Cosmos explorer, Neil deGrasse Tyson, is more of a teddy bear type who can scare you ever so slightly with his passion for knowledge. Yet, I feel safe with him as a guide through this universe, as well.
Thus, when thinking about death, I think about Carl Sagan and I get more Zen about life.