Light never dies

Perhaps I read into coincidences too much, or perhaps I am in tune with some bizarre pattern of reoccurring truths.

I have been reading a book called *Einstein^s Universe,* which is fascinating. I am currently reading about the *Energy of Creation* and how everything, EVERYTHING, with matter has energy. That is neither innovative or fascinating until you consider that this energy can be converted into energy^s elementary form, light. Now, because I, and most likely you, are made up of matter we could, in theory, change from matter to light (given the correct stimulants, a process not yet available, but proven).
(I chose this picture because his 'giving the tongue" picture is too popular and this is a more accurate picture for when he proved his genius.)

While listening to Moby I was struck by the lyrics of *We are all Made of Stars,* for, what I think are, obvious reasons. Suddenly the song took on a whole new meaning for me. As it happens, I had my music player on random and the next song out of over 2000 songs is another Moby *Natural Blues.* The juxtaposition of these two songs hits me with the first line *oh lordy, trouble so hard.* I then remembered the music video of an old Moby dieing in front of a television set shared by a group of old/dieing people.

Is Moby trying to tell me something? Does he have a trouble with the Science and Theology relationship of his life? Or do I? I don’t want to die in an old folks home. Instead I would like to volunteer my body to science. I want someone to attempt to accelerate my body/matter to a speed that will prompt it to turn into light.
(come on, doesn't that look fun?)

Natural blues - Moby