I see less life and death and more being and becoming as constructs and entities exist, and get transformed throughout the many different facets of their beings. An infinite amount of forms holding their individualistic and intersectional aspects of being at many different times, and places while living through a more general temporal path. Being brought together through life, and being ripped apart in death, and then being brought together in a different way. All well-being eternal, infinite, and meaningless except to those who look upon it with their own meaning.