Remember, every atom in my body was forged in a star,

This body is mostly just empty space after all, and solid matter? 

It’s just energy vibrating very slowly. 

There is no me. 

There never was. 

The electrons of my body mingle and dance,

With the electrons of the ground below me,

And the air I’m no longer breathing. 

Remember, there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. 

I am energy, not memory, not self. 

My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me. 

I was before them and I will be after.

Everything else is just pictures, picked up along the way. 

Fleeting little dreamlets, printed on the tissue of my dying brain. 

I am the lightening that jumps between them. 

I am the energy firing the neurons, 

And I’m returning,

I’m returning home. 

I’m like a drop of water, 

Falling back into the ocean, 

Of which it’s always been a part. 

All things, a part,

All of us, a part.

You, me, my beautiful wife, my lovely kids and my precious grandchildren, 

Everyone who’s ever been,

Every plant, every animal, every atom,

Every star, every galaxy, all of it.

More galaxies in the universe than there are grains of sand on the beach,

And that’s what we are talking about when we say God.

There is no time.

There is no death. 

Life is a dream. 

It’s a wish made again and again and again, into eternity. 

And I am all of it. 

I am that I am.

Written by Mike Flanagan

Adapted from the TV series Midnight Mass on Netflix