Shall We Call This Part Two Of Musing On Life?

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. 

 (Photo source HERE)

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. 

It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. 

(Crowfoot, 1890, as quoted in Catch the Whisper of the Wind compiled by Cheewa James)

When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash – at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the “newness,” the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance. 

 ~Thomas Merton~

Life... A sequence of physical and mental experiences that make up the existence of an .individual ..
An accurate description, wouldn't you say?