“The soul, as though a river, retracts a tributary here and extends a new one there. As humans we see death and birth. But the soul is not born and does not die. It grows in lives and times diverse, in bodies and associations unimagined. It seethes across endless betweens as communion, shining with intelligence and impregnable purity. It is an active agency of relation whose every extension is combined in and as awareness. Here, now, listening to these very words. A flowing whose extents exhaust the forms and modes of time itself.”

— an anonymous informant