I'm understanding every analogy of my youth and it's not pretty. I wish I could be like a normal person and not think about this stuff. Trying to explain it in brevity is difficult, which is why I suppose scholars exist. The problem is that shrouds things in more mystery for the average person, but maybe that is the point of the shrouding. We are all just trying to comfort one another in this life before our inevitable end. Maybe reincarnation just shows us how good of a job we have done at it.
as mortal we meander, but as angel,
keep on dancing. the rainbow's edge.
a mystery we try to solve,
wandering between worlds, misunderstood.
hypothetical happiness, just out of reach.