I think you will live again—with or without a body, I don’t know—I draw comfort from my belief that you and I will be together again, after I also die. We will communicate, somehow. We will continue to grow spiritually. That’s what I believe, as surely as I believe that I am sitting here. For I don’t know how God could be excused, if this small sample of life is all that we are allotted; I don’t know why He should have created us, if these few years of toil and torment are the end of it—
