What if we were indestructable? A blaze of light and ground shaking thunder tears through our awarness and then nothing for a moment; sleep by any other name. And we awake years later coming to understand our new surroundings. A roll of dice and oak tree woods and the ocean are replaced by alpine meadows and pine.

Isolated from earlier experiences, how would we know? What choice do we have?

In a world where joy and sorrow live almost side by side, and where choices are often between bad and horrible, how can we be made whole?

What if we were indestructable? Our bodies grow, mature and die, but we never die. How many times would this have to happen for us to discover that the path to right thought was in front of us the whole time? Many times, is my guess.