What if when you die, the contents of your soul explode in a cloud of spores, like one of those puffball mushrooms. Each spore composed of a little bit of what made you, you. Your love, your fears, your creativity, your passion, your hate, your paranoia, your greed, your strengths and weaknesses. These tiny spores land on a budding consciousness and help define it. Your souls fragments live on, in tiny parts, along with countless others.
