Prologue
"We're all Adam's children, but silk makes the difference" -Thomas Fuller, 1654 - 1734
Death reminds us how fragile we are. It frightens those who quake at the thought of the End. Others find comfort in the theory that Death frees us to join our brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers in Ultimate Happiness. And still some claim Death is merely an idea. We never die but go on to live another life. But every belief is based on the same knowledge: Death changes. We are no longer what we once were; we become something entirely different. What that is, we do not know. Lack of knowledge is most frightening.
The truth is Death is precisely what we think It is. Some do meet their End in Death eternally, others will move on to find Happiness, and still some will never know either of these. They will arise again whether in the future, present, or past for a desire, want, or need whether their own or another's was strong enough to set them apart from the rest. A difference as thin as a strand of silk keeps them from knowing both their End and Happiness.