Yet, somehow, there is continuity. “I wasn’t the same then,” we object, “but that wasn’t a different person either.” The Buddha replies, “That is the relationship between you in this life and ‘you’ in a past life: you are not the same, but neither are you different. Death is only the temporary end of a temporary phenomenon.” To those who grasp this, death loses its fear. It is not the end, only a door into another room.
