When we see a cloud, we look at it and call it a
cloud, but we know it is composed of other
things. Today it is a cloud, but yesterday it was
part of the ocean and tomorrow it will be rain, we
know this and don't struggle with it. We don't
hold one stage as being more important than
the other, the ocean is beautiful, clouds are
beautiful, rain is beautiful. When the cloud
becomes rain we don't say that the cloud has
died and lament its passing, but it has died if we
want to say that the cloud no longer exists in its
previous form. Yet we feel comforted because
we know that rain is essential to life on earth and
embrace the change, the cloud in its new form.
It is only ego that holds that we are more
important than the cloud and makes us cling so
dearly to our present form. From all I have
observed in nature and from deep within my
soul, I cannot believe that anything that exists
after death can be anything but wonderful.