We are all stardust

Why? The boy asked.
'Why do we die?
Why don't we live forever?'
All things must eventually die, dear
'But why, mommy?'
Let us ask the stars.
Listen.
Can you hear them whisper to you?
'Yes, mommy.'
What do they say?
'This star, the really bright one,
says that you can choose to believe
in the infinite. That matter eventually turns to energy
That we are all stardust. Born of stars.
When we lose this human form
we will make up the building blocks of baby stars.
'Is this true?'
That makes sense.
'What about memories. Do they have life. Are they eternal?'
If we listen to the tiny grain of sand at your feet, it will tell us.
What are it's thoughts on the matter?
I can't hear anything. Is there something wrong with me, mommy?
No. You must wait for complete silence
At the death of all sound, you will hear it speak to you.
'I can hear its voice! It is explaining to me that memories last so long as there are minds to contain them.
A memory is but a thread of pure energy waiting to be carried off into the wind.
Transferred from mind to mind until the end of time.'

The mother thought to herself, 'Children can be so profound'