Would it be simpler to be frozen? Forever in a state of solidarity.

Like a painting, finding rest on the comfort of a canvas, blanketed by the colors of the universe.

Or eternally hanging in the sky, twinkling among brethren.

Perhaps a colder version of frozen, like a piece of Alps gazing over the world. Never needing to shiver.

Worries would subsist with the movements of life. I suppose it would be simpler.

But what would be the fun in that?