In the place we gather after each life, no one is missing. Through the long night of an incarnation, we look for each other. We enter and leave each other's lives in ways that were foreseen and arranged.
When the play is finished, we go home. We take what we have learned back to "the whole," back to the light. We greet the one who was our brother in one life, and a father, daughter, friend in others. We greet a lover who left early, and in another play survived us.
When the play is finished, we enter the circle of those who taught us, learned from us, fought for us, killed us.
