From the day of your conscience wakening after birth or conception into the physical world you are locked in a perpetual battle of cellular decay and rebirth. Granted your heart is allotted only so many heartbeats, karmicly there is balance in all things. So to are your days numbered before you can even count them. Human existence graphed against the life span of the planet that sustains it, is no more then a flicker of light in an ocean of darkness. That in context what is a human life to the scale of time as a whole. Time an even more ridiculous notion .a conception of how we perceive the constant change of our environment, breaking it down to a science to make it record able. Is it our own mental insecurity that binds us to limit the transmuting of our reality that is as boundless as the far reaches of our own minds? Such as the transcendence of our physical and corporeal form. Thus a paradox physical becomes the illusion .the illusion is not the thought but the idea, perception i.e. touch the idea that you perceive with your eyes when in fact you perceive with your mind, for something to become a realization as being a physical and tangible thing it must be an object of dimension for your mind to conceive a mental projection of your reality, as such everything that you can physically touch is only your perception of a reality. if so then your only residual self image, and what is really real.