“So, while we’re in the womb, we’re living that existence, right? We have no idea that our next existence is just an inch away.” She shrugs and looks at me. “Maybe death is the same. Maybe it’s just the next life. An inch away.” The next life just an inch away. I frown and think it over. “So, if the beginning is death and death is also the end, then what’s the real beginning?”
