You are a temporary form that the ever-changing universe can take, just as a fish is a temporary form that the ocean can take.

The fish does not own the water passing through its gills. We forget this about ourselves: that the atoms moving through us today were stars last week and will be soil next century. What we call a self is the ocean briefly arranging itself into a shape that can wonder what it is. Form is not the opposite of flow; it is one of the things flow does. When we hold this lightly, the fear of ending starts to loosen, because nothing that is genuinely ocean can be lost in the ocean. What shape is the universe taking through you right now?