Death is a place on the other side of a dream. It is just outside the window, just across a threshold. It is nearer than you think. It is your constant companion.
There are not two worlds, the living and the dead. There are not two lives, this and the one that follows. It is we that divide life up into the before and after, but to death it is all the same.
Your life is like a record on a phonograph turntable. The story unfolds from the outside in. And each life spins around a center that does not move. Eternity is always there. You will enter death like walking from one dream into another. But in reality, it’s all one life and it’s all one dream.