Life is full of color. We get to come along and add our own color to the picture, and it goes on forever, life is infinity. At first, we can think of the picture as split in pieces, but then, we can start to think, that we are all in the painting everywhere. We are in the painting before we are born, and we are in it after we die, and these colors, that we keep adding, they keep being added on top of one another, until we are not even different colors anymore, we are one, one painting. It all fits somehow, and even if we don´t understand how yet, people will die in our lives, people that we love, in the future, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now, but just because we can´t see them anymore, or talk to them, they are still in the picture. There is no dying, there is no you, or me, or them, it is just us. And this wild, colorful life, that has no beginning, no end, it is right here, now.