My soul, having since ceased to be mine, jockeys for bodily position in the pool of purgatory where all souls queue en masse. Seeking flesh destined for another set of spacetime events not all too dissimilar from the physical life which preceded its most recent death, my soul searches. Hoping, as all souls do, to live again in individual form. It is a vague hope, to which not all souls are privy, in the ocean ether of all souls joined together, mingling and meanwhile forgetting having forgotten belonging to the One. It is the same problem on either side of the divine line—forgetting what is was like to belong to the One on the earth side, and forgetting what it was like to be an individual on the heaven side. Until the ethereal ocean lifts out of itself and prepares to precipitate all of its divine life into tiny ignorant droplets, all of which will once again fail to remember their former divine lives immediately upon impact with another life on earth.