“Our mortality can best be symbolized by a cloud.  When water droplets condense in the sky, we do not say a cloud is born.  When they fall as rain, we do not say the cloud has died.  We see the nature of the cloud as ever changing.  To see the similarities between our own lives and those of clouds is to ask, “what dies?”  When we let go of our attachments to this fixed identity, we recognize death as mere transformation.  Our bodies return to the Earth, and our impact continues to make waves for others.”