Where does the life go?

That's what I'm thinking about. A body is like a shell. The blood is the volume of life. From the moment the small bundle of joy is born, the shell grows with the ever increasing volume that collects one's experiences, memories, emotions, and knowledge. But when the blood stops running, where does everything go? Does it just remain idle there, frozen in time and space? Does it leave the shell and return to the blood flow of the universe? Did we ever have our "own" life? Or did we simply borrow a piece of something much greater than ourselves, and in time, it would return when "our" time runs out? It seems very clear to me now, that the universe operates in an equilibrium. Whenever there is sunlight, someone else sees rain. Where there are villains, there are superheroes. A for apples and >.< for lemons. AM in China, PM in the States. Peace at home, violence in the Middle East. And where there is a celebration of a life born, there is mourning of a life gone.

I love you, grandma. Say hi to grandpa for me.