Birth and death

The concept of death and the afterlife is very strange. Our day to day existence does nothing to further the notion that one day we will be in a new body in another world. Whereas, on Monday, we eat muesli cereal and brush our hair, yet on Tuesday our soul separates from our earth-body and we live forever. It seems like a stretch, some crazy fable from the people who brought us Medusa and Icharus. If it weren't for the sheer craziness of the birth experience, I would be hard pressed to accept the afterlife. If I was going to try to sell people on the notion that in your tummy a little person was growing and that one day the person's head would emerge from between your legs carrying with it their life bubble, it would, I assume, be a pretty hard sell. So when it becomes difficult to imagine that your prayers in the shower might be calling forth legions of battle ready angels, or that we are simply passing through this life on our way to something Truer, just remember how you came into the world.