It’s a never ending dream for everyone it seems, to find again what was once precious and has been lost.

Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human’s life. Memories and loves, children and families. Every moment of life, pressing in.

I can’t stop thinking about dying the way humans do it. Imagine! If at any moment, you could just stop existing. How different everything would be... ” They don’t stop existing Lenia said... They have souls that live forever. Even knowing that, they fight so hard to stay alive. I think it’s so beautiful. Imagine: being that fragile, that permanent.

Her face was like a pot of tea about to whistle.

I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly....I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.

How could none of them comprehend the beauty of a human soul,shining in heaven for eternity? Where it would be whole again, as they all had been once in times past?

I can't stop thinking about dying the way humans do it. Imagine! If at any moment, you could just stop existing. How different everything would be.." They don't stop existing Lenia said...They have souls that live forever. Even knowing that, they fight so hard to stay alive. I think it's so beautiful. Imagine: being that fragile, that permanent.

Margrethe watched them paralyzed by the intensity of the emotions moving through her. So much pain and euphoria, a sense that even though her own heart was broken, the world could contain such beauty and magic she almost could not bear it? What did her own pain matter, in the face of that?

Go and you will see that nothing is as wonderful as our dreams can make it

Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human's life. Memories and loves, children and families. Every moment of life, pressing in