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We live in a constant state of flux. We never stand still and are always changing. Somewhere in an infinite and unanswerable cycle full of coincidences.

We constantly repeat. We fall, rise, grow, and let go.

Flowers are passed on at birth, at death, and at different moments throughout a lifetime. The lifespan of humans relative to the infinite galaxy is short, but it is long compared to flowers. Looking at the lifespan of humans the same way one looks at the lifespan of a flower: A natural process, and in the absence of emotion.

Viewing the beginning and end of one’s life involves plenty of emotion. The process of living includes the search for nuance and the blurring of boundaries and prejudices.

We continually repeat. We fall, rise, grow and let go.

The border between life and death is strange. The ascension, fall, and disappearance of the human body. The spirit lives on and everything around it continues to grow.

It is there, it was there, but at the same time, it is not. The physical and mental experience of growth is experienced and abandoned.

Somewhere in an infinite and unanswerable cycle full of coincidence.