A life is a way of both uniquely encharactering and personally relating with (the everything). As such, its every experience is ‘recorded’ in the everything, but not as static records, as branching effects (at least bidirectionally in time) and presence-in-events.

Thus a life cannot really ‘be lost’ and there isn’t exactly anyone to lose it.

The appearance of personal identity seems likely to be largely an artifact of the character of the contexts involved and the peculiar relational dimensionality our consciousness.

The situation is slightly like a soap bubble. It arises as a result of the character of existing conditions and an -exspiration-. Someone -breathes into it- and it emerges -from a loop which conserves a flexible and transparent membrane-. The emerging ‘s(piration)-elf’ is generally spherical, but may exhibit peculiar pseudo-rhythmic perturbations of form and is sensitive to the environment, temperature, and light.

As it floats, suspended in diaphaneity, it is transported by the currents of spiration in which it exists (and thus reveals them to the eye of the observer). It travels thus, reflecting all of (the everything) from a unique and unduplicable position in spacetime.

The (imageless) space -within- the bubble, which is not precisely empty… would be the analogy of the spirit. The inner surface of the membrane might be understood as the soul. The patterns of hue moving -within- the membrane of the bubble would be analogous to the metabolism and status of the shape’s relation with light, heat, surfaces and atmosphere analogous to body experiences.

The images reflected upon its (outer) surface (from all the possible positions they might be extrinsically observed) would represent mind.

Now, when all of this comes together, it’s really astonishing. The effects are, well, transcendental. But what we actually have is a peculiar set of expressions of the fundamental nature of (the everything), recursively inserted into this as an observer/relational organ. The ‘self’ we ordinarily identify with appears to be an artifact of this process.

It seems quite possible that it does not, in any real sense, exist — yet it is perfectly real to experience, thought, and emotion.

From whence did the bubble arise?

Where does it ‘go’ when it is gone?