Every person with even the smallest consciousness witnesses all the time that every moment of life is dying. When the first moment dies, the second moment is born. When day dies, night is born. When childhood dies, adolescence is born. When adolescence dies, young adulthood begins. When adulthood dies, old age is born. And when old age dies, then every part of this beautiful statue converts into par-tides. The bones of the human skeleton becomes ashes, and the brain on which human greatness is based and is a cause for pride and cruelty mid a substitute for God Himself, crumbles and is consumed by the sand. The other humans who are also made of the same particles of sand crush them under their feet.