When I have departed this house will stay and witness new births and deaths until a new one takes its
place.
The stones, mortar and paint will be different and new songs will echo from its walls.
New masters will rule but the gist of all that made the first one will be retained with the selfsame air and plants.
Giant stars glow up and explode in intense turmoil all the time in the milky way and other galaxies.
From the abysmal confusion and gaseous clouds new stars glimmer and tiny planets start to breathe but the systems resonate in equilibrium.
Galaxies may metamorphose and each recede from the other. Some of them dash forward at the speed of light but the universe
remains at ease. There may be a big crunch after this expansion. Both the time the essence remains in
harmony.