In “Tanatopsis,” Bryant wrote: “And lost each human trace, surrendering up thine individual being, shalt thou go to mix forever with the elements, to be a brother to the insensible rick and to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain turns with his share, and treads upon.” In short, it means that after the end of life, our physical bodies will be mix with other elements in the world and form to a different thing or being. One idea that connects Anne Bradstreet, Juana, and Bryant’s poems is that they all agree that life is short and fickle and there’s no eternity. The things we have, or owned, are those of transient. Human beings on earth are just following the rule of universe, which is the cycle of life and fickleness.
For me, nature is where we came from and where our life should be ended. Mortality is not really the end of our life. I somehow think it is a beginning of a new journey. Think of it in a spiritual view, there’s not really a thing called death. I sometimes feel like it is only like moving to somewhere else and begin a new life with people you don't know. I think there are two simple rules in the universe are simple: capriciousness and conservation. Everything changes all the time, however, nothing really disappear and transform to something else instead.
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