Like a food coloring droplet in clear water, we blossom. A blank slate in which the anomaly imprints its mark. Develops personality and attachments throughout its journey. Lessons and epiphanies. Memories and tragedies. We identify with egos yet the fear of letting everything go depends on how entangled you are in your ego. One day we’ll all have to dissipate into the waters of history. What will we see and feel in our final breaths? Ripped of everything familiar. No control. The feeling of deep impending doom or calm relief?