We’ve crossed from Death into Life and I’m
assured we’ll cross that border again, back into
Death. If we’re able to make the trip once,
we should be able to do it again. Right?
Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,†says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.â€
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
Poem by Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity
Reincarnation, according to The Skeptic’s Dictionary
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