A Breath of A Million Lives (under construction)

Humans. We are made of flesh and bones, emotions that ride in like waves, thousands, billions of us. Many die by their own hand, some die by others' greed. When we die, half the world believes that blackness consumes us and there will be nothing else, and others believe that do to our sins or good deeds we'll fly and live in a realm of fluffy white clouds. Then, there's people like me; the thinkers, the believers that we are more then what we seem, we are more then just our bodies, we are here for a reason, and our bodies, our temples may grow old and cease to live at a point in time, but who we truly are and what we're truly meant to do, even after death, now that's the question I'm searching to answer.