The Other Side

Do you ever think maybe we're not actually "living"? That maybe our souls were bound together in one big, primordial ball of Play-doh until they were severed and squashed into little containers, slowly drying out in the sun? And when we "die", what's really happening is our small containers are surrendering their resistance to our natural state of infinite energy, letting our small pieces back into the ether where they originally belonged?

And if you feel you can't remember this happening before, it's only because your "container" has cut you off from your experiences and shared being - leaving you with just a finite, droll little existence to play out until the clay has worn down and it's time to return again.