In life I discover one more time that everything is about spirit. The spirit reigns. Everything is, together, with the amount of spirit that is required for it to exist. And when the hour rings, then the spirit desists. What is left? A heart - spirit. So when the spirit leaves We are left with the spirit And we cry For we see That nothing really left For nothing really was - A spirit The rest is holograms Hollow figures that we Thought of as Loved ones and bodies The rest is