Everything is transient: sadness, anger, joy, all inevitably fade.

In each event, our pulse races and then settles, returning us to what we consider a normal, steady state.

Most days follow a steady rhythm, occasionally interrupted by temporary spikes that soon pass.

Consider this: the heart monitor could serve as a metaphor for life, but perhaps in reverse. In our normal rhythm, the steady heartbeat reflects our ongoing reality. When the monitor spikes, it interrupts, only to return us again to that familiar sense of normal. In a hospital, these spikes can become chaotic, but medications restore the usual rhythm and bring us back to what feels real.

But what if the flat line we label as ‘dead’ actually represents something else entirely?

Could the ultimate goal, calmness, nirvana, a state of pure being, be represented by that flatline? Maybe what we think of as life is just a succession of spikes in a crafted world.

Maybe the flatline is peace. Don’t we say “rest in peace”

Maybe this world is an invented reality, and we’re simply energy in transit. For those left behind, that loss can feel unbearable.

Maybe we are just a shell freed from confinement. We might remain with loved ones, waiting for the reunion. They believe we’ve departed, but as formless energy, we’re always with them.