A never-ending number

Pi is endless, every moment coded in eternity, billions of lives written together in a number, a forever that’s forever changing.
Nothing is settled in Pi and yet, every possible combination has already existed, died, and existed again.

Time is endless, with no start and no end, because even when we’re dead, far gone, and the dust from our bones is part of the stars again, time is still running, running forwards, backwards, up and down.

Every single moment is happening forever, a whole other life before and after.

The biggest misconception is that everything dies and everything has an end, because what has ever truly ended? Circumstances change, perception changes, but nothing can ever truly be destroyed;

a part will always survive, a molecule, a piece of dust, a bundled-up pack of energy. Even in our deaths and destructions, we are forever.