Life is a fountain, and each of us is a drop of water. The fountain shoots us out and we rise (sometimes ecstatically) into the air, and then we fall back into the pool and splash around and then get sucked down into the pump mechanism. And then we shoot out again. An endless cycle.
Okay, some water drop arcs aren’t as glorious as others, but it’s nonetheless a divine, infinite process.
When the kids were young and asking these kinds of questions I would say that when we die we become a baby again, except we never remember our previous life (or lives).
I for one find the fact that Donald Trump will one day be dead very comforting.