reincarnation

Matter cannot be created nor destroyed, thus we all are made up of so many earthy things. My soul has lived before and my flesh and organs have existed in different places, as different things. I am crystals, and bits of errupted volcano, I am the tiny bones of kittens past and the petals of many flowers come and gone, I am berries and trees and my mother and father. We're all just recycled goods, over and over, into new, bright things, and when we go our souls will split into two and we'll search all the world for a soulmate and probably, possibly never find them. I, and we, are spread all over the universe, because we're made up of the universe, and so the only way to be truly happy is to do everything in your power making sure that the universe is doing the very best. You don't know where your soulmate is, and maybe you never will, but it would hurt you if they lived a life of suffering.