when it stops you are dead

Before Ikky died, I loved the idea that everything is temporary and life is transitory. I mean, anything and everything have/has to be transitory, and when it stops, you are dead. That is the definition of casualty: when the spinning orb of a planet finally adheres to the laws of the conservation of energy – energy cannot be created, nor destroyed, but must merely change form -- and the orb grinds to a halt.

Ride over. Wad shot. A carousel only spins until inertia equals the thrust of the giant invisible hand of existence that gave the ride its initial push.

Before I loved the idea that everything is transitory, but now it makes me sad. But what is the alternative? If it is not transitory, it is frozen in time, like the yard lights flooding the grounds of a state prison, miles away, off an interstate highway.