NOTHING is created, NOTHING is destoyed, EVERYTHING is transformed.
Nature teaches us this simple truth which is at the core of life itself.
Leaves falls off the trees, in winter, they seems dead,
the tree itself seems dead, so naked. It is resting.
In the meanwhile all the wee beings who found shelter against the freezing cold of the winter, under the carpet of fallen leaves, exchange the favour, transfoming them in food for the soil, for the roots of the tree itself.
Every death is a Ribirth.
Without the never-ending cycle of creation and destruction there would be no life.
Let us go back in time and observe the earth as a ball of molten material in continuous transformation.