The Dynamic Illusion and Veracity of Death

When discussing my sister's death my friend often reminds me of the law of conservation of energy which states, "energy cannot be created nor destroyed." The thoughts that we have in our minds are an actual beam or electrical current of energy. Science learned long ago that sound travels into outer space indefinitely and that if you go deep enough into space you could listen to the dinosaurs. Can't the thoughts that we have also have real physical tangibility, because they are an actual form of energy? Can't the individual thoughts accumulate to be perceived as the whole of our consciousness? If our consciousness is the accumulation of all our thoughts then that energy in theory cannot be destroyed. What I'm proposing is that our consciousness will continue to exist throughout the eternities just as the words we speak do. I see our thoughts as little waves of light that compile to make our "soul." Perhaps the notion of a soul is just a mythological or magical way of perceiving the scientific truth of what our consciousness truly is..... eternal, indefinite, infinite, alive. In this way you can see how death is so real and yet if energy cannot be created nor destroyed then the energy of our thoughts, our soul, our consciousness was also not created or destroyed. Through this you can see the illusion of death. Along with this post on death I wanted to share a poem that I wrote about my experiences with my dear sister's death.

POST GRACIA

Here alone I sit,

Yet this isolation is just a fit of regret.

Here alone I fear,

            But my fear affords only an occasional tear.

Here alone I want,

            But we both know that escape is just a taunt.

Here alone I cry,

            Because you have and tortuously can’t ever die.

Here alone I ache,

            And my love for you can now only ever take.

Here alone I feel,

            Your presence, your occupation so real.

Here alone I see,

            My pain is all that you can ever be.

Here alone with me,

            I can’t say goodbye, I can’t let you flee.

Here alone I die,

            Every breath is one breath closer, and yet you fie.

Here alone I be,

            You and me.