We have died. In a previous image. When we were completely unaware Of the self-known as "I". We had abandoned ourselves By our acknowledgement of being Apart of something That was us And not us All at once. It was beautiful But we have forgotten. When we die in this reality We transcend to the next However. When we are "Living" this door To the other reality is open to us We must just remember our previous death The fact that we have forgotten Is hindering us In essence death is birth And when we were born we died. Book 9 in the Chaennie Universe. FUCK YESS!!!