The Infinaut

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What is my body compared to the mass of a dying star?

Less than a mote of dust in an atmosphere, lighter and briefer than a passing thought. I am weightless in a universe of infinite mass.

They say energy cannot be destroyed, only redistributed. Where will “I” be in a hundred million years?

Atoms of carbon dancing on the gaseous face of a distant sun? Or particles of a diamond compressed by millennial layers of unearthly rock?

My consciousness will never re emerge, nor will my form, only the energy will remain.