Dust to dust. Matter to matter.

When you pass, do you think the worms care who you were? And when you are alive, do you think the sun rises for you?

Have you considered how your life means nothing? Not to the universe. Only to those who know you. One day, they too will be gone.

It is our brains that keep the matter, our matter, going. The rest of the matter is indifferent. It is that matter that matters.