Did we chose this, then forget? Did we sign a waiver and buckle in and ride a cosmic shuttle to the Holocaust or Disney Land, leaving our memories behind? Are we the fingers in a galactic glove, probing the cold contours of the universe in the dark to see whether it’s an elephant or a snake? Did we volunteer for it? Some mornings I’ve woken up shaded with sadness over the disappearance of someone I’d only known and loved within a quickly fading dream – is that what happens when we die? Do we wake from this world into the endless mind of god with all the loves of this life meaningless and unconsidered?