Yes, indeed, this is so shocking.
And so tragic.

And yet, as you say Open, in it is the promise of the new.
The phoenix from the ashes.
The giant-tree-seedling from the handful of compost.

We are energy ever-dancing around consciousness.
As are these poor beings.
They did not die.
Nor can we.
There is only change.

And when we become aware of, and act in, our own fundamental nature as consciousness creating within energy, the Dance of the Universe, we can actively choose how to change.
We can create our transcendence and our ascension.

I know what you mean, zero.
I feel this as exhaustion too at times.
Its like this thick dull heavy layer deep in my being, as you say, Jean.

Then when I remember what we are I know the reason for the feeling; it is the pain of our ignorance of the Truth of our Selves breaking down.
It is re-birth.
It is a sign pointing to our Selves.
A calling to Truth.
It will pass, once we acknowledge it.

Time to grasp the cosmic nettle, brothers and sisters.
And dance.

Love always,
Rich.