Drifting thoughts

It's raining today so on my second cup of coffee I remembered something I had heard it was a comment "I like the way you look" on the surface this compliment implies approval of appearance but my thoughts became analytical the "you look" got me to thinking what we see all around us trees,earth,water everything in the universe including our thoughts are a form of energy they only appear solid but in reality (here's where it gets weird) a piece of rock,skin,a drop of water is a combination of molecules broken down these are groups of atoms which in turn are broken down to protons,neutrons and electrons and even smaller particles so infinite they cannot be seen even under the most powerful electron microscopes there existence can only be theorized it is infinite withing and without by without I mean we look to the heavens,the stars far away galaxies endless trillions of light years no end no beginning I thought of our earth,our home a spaceship that is aligned the precise distance from our sun to give us just the right amount of heat and light for life to thrive a unique atmosphere that allows us a window to see out and gravity that keeps our atmosphere and us from floating off into the void then I thought of our cycle of life from nothingness to birth maturity to old age and death the completion of the cycle we return to nothingness we leave behind all we were, our dreams,family,friends,accomplishments and failures and our bodies alter the molecules change and form other complex molecules as we decompose but matter cannot be destroyed only altered so take heart what was you physically will still be around in some organic configuration but what happens to the "I am" your conscience awareness this is the age old question so what is thought? science tells us electrical impulses (synapses) there's that word again electrical (energy) so I wondered where dose this energy go? is it dissipated after the life giving blood discontinues feeding the cells of our brain or is it released into the vastness of the unforeseen perhaps some parallel portal of time that awaits the creators final evaluation "I liked the way you thought" or not I need another cup of coffee