Existence (excerpt, from my upcoming book on an authenticated ghost story)

I closed my eyes and tasted these bitter-sweet moments once again. Though one could not perhaps dispute a belief in some kind of existence or life after death and in another world, parallel to ours, I had yet to grow accustomed to the way things felt. Pain, hurt, sadness and everything one ever hoped to forget were merely intensified in this new life, torturing us in ways we never thought possible. Death is only the means to awaken into a deeper state of being. Mortal bodies are, quite simply, vehicles in which we travel from one world to the next. As mundane urns of flesh and blood, they contain the ashes of our heavenly essence; our soul. But regardless of the fate of our bodies, or how many lives we do live, the soul cannot ever be destroyed. It is immortal.