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SON OF THE SUN tion, and in an instant we are alive again, somewhere, in a new life just emerging. Oblivion is just impossible, Adam.” Adam forgot to keep his voice low. He burst out joyously. “Now I am sure I am not afraid to die! There is eternity. None of us, not even the amoeba, truly dies. Every living thing is just a continuation of some unit of life, living all over again. The number of souls that can exist is infinite, and even varies. And therein is the beauty of fact. It makes the requirement of the propagation of an individual spirit unnecessary, and even unfounded. More than that, Orfeo; I believe no one truly accepts that a formless consciousness propagates our existence. Yet, no one can deny his present state of being. We occurred once, so why can’t we occur again? It is that simple,” he concluded. Remembering that we had not finished eating, we resumed our meal. Receiving another enlightening flash, Adam added, “And we inherit the very same world we leave. Whatever it is when we leave it, that is what we are born into again. It can be a stage set with the means for working out our atonement if we are aware, or it can remain a perplexing theater of some bizarre existence.” I added only two words. “Precisely, Adam.” The effect of the nectar did not wane, and we were both in a delightful mood. We looked again at the empty third glass. At least it had been empty. Now it was nearly half filled, and with the same amber bubbling liquid we were drinking! Adam and I exchanged looks, each thinking the other had poured something from his own glass. This idea we dispelled at once, for within my memory I recalled a similar phenomenon in the past, and something within Adam made him see the light also. “Do you think what I think?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “I believe I do.” “Then let me be the one to say it, Orfeo. Your book already states that you know of such things. I have a story to tell you, and if I can explain this phenomenon you will find it easier to accept what I relate.” 28